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Robert just moved into his new home after taking his new position as an associate professor of computer science at the local university. He had relocated to take this position and reboot his personal life after his girlfriend left him for one of his co-workers. His home was a 3-bedroom which was more than enough to allow for him to setup an office at home and still have a guest bedroom just in case. Robert was a 32yo at 6’3” 260 pounds who was hairy all over which was something his previous girlfriend hated. What Robert didn’t know was what his former girlfriend didn’t like about his looks his new neighbors next door would love. Next door to Robert lived Angelo and Tony who had been together for 15 years. Both of them you could describe as your prototypical “bears” with Angelo being 52yo 5’8” 275 pounds while Tony was a 47yo 6’1” 290. Angelo and Tony were known to throw wild parties in the neighborhood utilizing their pool and basement playroom to entertain. The previous owner of Robert’s place had been a very close friend of Angelo and Tony who was part of many a threesome or moresomes with them. Tony and Angelo loved to bring new guys into their scene and would think nothing of seducing a straight guy into playing for what they viewed was the right team. Both Angelo and Tony were HIV+ and the only drugs they would take were party favors they broke out with their guests. One of Angelo and Tony favorite guests was Sam who was a 34yo 6’0” 180” guy who had a clean cut businessman’s look but was as dirty as you think behind close doors. What made Sam their favorite guest was that Sam was their connection to getting any party favor needed. Sam had played with Tony and Angelo many times and was carrying their strain in his seed. One day Sam was over with Tony and Angelo to discuss what they would want for their next party when they all saw Robert moving in. Angelo and Tony saw Robert for the first time in his shorts without a shirt on unpacking boxes and immediately started drooling. Both of them imagines having their new neighbor over for some playtime and immediately began to think about how do get to know him. Sam was smitten with Robert as well and told Angelo and Tony he wanted to get close with their new neighbor as well and would make it worth Angelo and Tony’s time to make that connection. What Angelo and Tony didn’t know was who was their new neighbor let alone if he was straight bi or gay. Angelo decide that he would walk over to make the introduction to their new neighbor and see what the story was on their new neighbor. When Angelo walked over to introduce himself to Robert he was wearing very form fitting bicycle shorts which would help see what reaction he could get out of his neighbor and was hoping for one that indicated interest in Angelo’s package. Angelo rang the door bell and Robert answered it and subconsciously looked down at Angelo and saw Angelo’s cock outlined in his very tight shorts. Angelo didn’t say anything about the look but internally smiled knowing he had peaked some interest. Angelo asked Robert what he did and Robert explained that he was teaching computer science at the local university and had chosen this neighborhood as it was close enough to campus so he could tutor students outside of class if needed. When Angelo heard that a very evil thought popped into his head about using Robert as a means to get to and corrupt some college age students. Angelo’s asked more about Robert’s past and heard about the break up with his girlfriend and began to realize that seducing Robert if done correctly could be extremely worthwhile. He knew Robert was ripe to be turned onto gay sex and he could turn him onto Sam with a little help from tony, Sam and some of Sam’s parTy favors. What Angelo wanted to find out before ending this initial meeting was the reaction when Robert would learn that living next door was a gay couple in Angelo and Tony. When Angelo told Robert about his partner Tony, he could see a moment of hesitation in Robert’s response but then he also saw Robert’s cock starting to tent in his shorts as he said that was cool and would like to meet Tony as well. Angelo sensing there was potential invited Robert over to his place for a welcome to the neighborhood dinner for that Friday so he could meet Tony. What Robert didn’t know was that in addition to Tony, their friend Sam would be there as well to provide some favors and more End of Part 1 ….

As I sit here typing I am wearing my favorite cowboy hat. It was my first time at the local ABS. I had driven by it many times and my imagination ran wild thinking of everything that could be going on in the darkness of that building. I had spent hours reading up stories of anonymous breeding at these places: The anonymity of a glory hole, the pure animal nature of a group of men dumping their loads in a willing cum slut, the promise of dick overload in every dirty corner. Many loads of cum have been stroked out of my own cock imagining myself there. I couldn’t believe I was finally here. I had some “experience” about how these places worked thanks to all the stories told in online forums. I walked through the front door and the attendant looked up from his phone and stared for a bit. I bet he wasn’t used to seeing a cowboy walk in through his door. I had gone all the way with my gear. Threw on my tightest pair of Wranglers, my trusty pair of muddy and beat up cowboy boots, my biggest rodeo buckle and, of course, my cowboy hat. I was ready to ride. These Wranglers make my ass look good, so I was sure it would draw cum-filled cocks my way. I walked around to get a lay of the land. I saw the booths, and saw what I had been hoping to find: glory holes on both sides. Perfect. That was what I needed. There were a couple of guys around, some wearing wedding bands. I got a lot of looks, so I knew the Wrangler ass was working. Making eye contact with a big guy with a full thick beard as he walked into one of the middle booths and closed the door, I walked into the adjoining booth, my heart racing, my dick already starting to push against my tight Wranglers. The sounds and the smell of sex were overloading my senses. The adrenaline was racing, my heart was beating so fast, my cock was screaming to be let out, and my ass was in desperate need of cum. I peeked through the hole and saw my target rubbing his bulge through his jeans. The bulge was looking nice and big, so I tapped the hole as I watched him pull out his cock. I gasped, not because it was big, but because he had a PA. I couldn’t believe it. PAs have been on my fantasy list for a long time, and here it was, about to be coming in through a glory hole for me to enjoy. At the same time, I could hear there was someone else in the other booth on the other side of mine. I was in cum slut mode, so I tapped the other hole and through it came a glistening dick. I turned around to grab it and it was slick and I could tell I wasn’t going to be his first that night. FUCK YEAH. I unbuckled my belt and dropped them to the ground, with the buckle making a loud metal clunk on the floor. The hat was getting in the way, so I put it on the floor beneath me as I backed my ass onto the glistening dick. As I did so, it definitely perked up a bit. He backed out and I put my ass on the partition, with my hole lined up for him to use. As I did this, PA dick popped in through the other hole, right in front of my face. The piggy who designed this place definitely knew what he was doing and I appreciated his efforts. Meanwhile, as I admired the beautiful cock with a thick PA ring, the glistening dick came up against my hole and pushed its way in, poking about a bit. I felt the warmth of the cock head against my back door, but then he backed up and with momentum rammed it into me. This jolt of pain had me putting my mouth on PA dick until I could feel the metal deep down my throat. It stung a bit. I had never taken a pierced dick. I was loving it. My own dick was starting to get wet. I never precum, but this time, FUCK, it was just oozing out. As my ass got used to the dick inside of me, glistening dick got into a rhythm and I worked the PA dick harder. The two men were really getting into using me, and I was no less pleased. The guy in my ass didn’t last very long, and I could hear him groan and felt my insides being covered in the first load of the night. He pulled out of me and walked out of the booth. Damn, that was a good start. Now I could focus on the other dick, and with my ass now thoroughly lubed, I was going to get my fantasy fulfilled by getting bred by a PA dick. I lifted my head off PA Dick, and saw it shining with my spit. The PA reflecting the little light that came in the room. He didn’t move, so this was my queue that he wanted more. I turned around and rubbed my hole on PA Dick. He backed out and I pushed my ass against the partition, and was ready for him, but nothing happened. WTF? I was ready for him to breed me. I turned around and looked through the hole. He was gone. Shit. I won’t be getting a PA load. To be continued...

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 3 – Julian) We arrived at the parking lot, but no other car or truck was in sight. Julian looked at me with worried eyes. “Don’t worry” I told him. “As soon as the words spread, that a lot lizard gives his body away for fair prizes, you won’t get off the dirty stained mattress anymore. Guys will wait in a queue to use your holes.” I parked and we got off my car. Julian was told to open the trunk to retrieve his bags, since this was his new home. Before we went up to the latrines and the hut, I took a good look at the young twink. “Pull your jeans off” I ordered. “My… what? Why?” Julian sounded terrified. “Just pull it off” I said calmly and all of a sudden a knife appeared in my hand. Julian’s eyes widened in horror. Slowly he opened his belt. I ripped it off his pants, which made the boy yelp. He unbuttoned his jeans in a hurry and after he took them off he handed me the pair. I inspected the backside of his jeans. I opened them up a bit with my knife and then started to tear at the cut, to make the hole bigger The guy couldn’t believe it. “You need your jeans be ready for your new job. This is sort of a business clothing now. This way you don’t even have to open your pants to let your costumers into your body. Smart – eh?” I looked at Julian as if I tried to get his approval. He sniffed while looking sadly at his destroyed jeans. I opened his bags and searched them for other pants, which I found pretty fast. The guy didn’t have much valuable stuff, but I completed my mission anyway and cut holes into the backsides of all pants he possessed. “Of course you got to take off your underpants. NOW!” I yelled at him. Julian shivered as he took his underpants off. He stood there now with only his socks on and his shirt. “It wouldn’t make any sense if we do this stuff and then you block your entrance with another fabric. You won’t need the underpants anymore. Not at this place” I decided and then I started to shred, not only this underpants but all the ones that could be found in his bags. While throwing the worn jeans at him, it happened… his mobile phone, which was in a back pocket of his jeans, sort of fell out of the pocket and dropped to the ground. Julian tried to catch it, but nudged it into my direction. ‘Clumsy’ as I am, I did my very best to catch it, but somehow it smashed to the ground. You could hear the glass shatter. And if this was not enough, I ‘accidently’ stepped right on to the mobile phone, which destroyed it completely. Julian cried out loud, while grabbing the piece of junk. It was totally ruined and of course I looked a bit puzzled, by this misfortune that just happened. “It was a bad idea to keep it in your back pocket anyway” I accused Julian. “What…. what do I do now?” Julian looked totally devastated. “I tell you what…. I got an old mobile phone at home. I will pick it up and return that to you tomorrow evening. Then we can switch the cards and you can tell me about your first day… what do you say?” I asked him. Julian sobbed. “You promise to give me your old mobile?” he asked me. “Of course I do” I lied. “Why don’t you forget about this shit now and massage my cock through my jeans, while I am searching your stuff for other things you don’t need no more. Julian came to my side like a puppet. He cried silently while touching my bulge and squeezing it softly. It was a cute sight. The eighteen year old crying boy, with nothing but his socks and shirt on, stood at my side and giving me a good cock massage while I kept on shredding more of his stuff. After I had finished my job, I told Julian to get his bags and follow me to his new working place. We walked towards the hut, which was next to the latrine. There was a pungent odor, while we reached for Julian’s new home and found a totally messed up place, after we opened the wooden door and entered the shed. The hut was totally run down, like almost the whole place. I closed the door silently behind us. Julian looked stunned. The mattress was stained all over. There was not one single spot, which appeared to be clean. Lots of used rubbers were laying around. “This lacks your personal flair of course….” I told him. I suggested to Julian, it would be better to get more light and ‘fresh’ air in and so I kicked down the closed door behind us and it flew out of the door hinges instantly. “That’s much better – now your Johns won’t have the feeling to disturb you. They can simply enter and use your cunt to unload themselves, no matter what. This is the only way to keep your customers – believe me!” I explained all to Julian. Julian dropped his two bags in a corner of the room and picked up some condoms. He looked disgusted. “Look at it, as your business port folio. With all these condoms around it looks like this is a busy place. Guys will think you are the best whore in the world, because of the massive usage of your body.” I thought loudly. “Why don’t you just try out and lay yourself down on the mattress and get the right feeling?” I pushed Julian almost down. He looked concerned but got slowly on his back, trying to avoid the contact to any of the used condoms scattered around. “Spread your legs like a good whore” I ordered him. He looked so hot. He supported his upper body with his elbows, while being on his backside, spreading his legs. He had this lost and scared look in his eyes. You could see his jeans were also torn in his crotch. “Remember this pose bitch…. always try to welcome your Johns this way. Keep those legs spread. And if someone enters the door to check the merchandise open your legs even more, so the guy feels welcomed to your body. “Now turn around and lay on your belly. Yeah…. nice….. try again to spread the legs a little bit…. I can see your ass cheeks…. you are such a hot cunt…..” I felt my cock getting hard again. I opened my jeans again. I couldn’t wait to act as a John, like we had planned before. I needed to fuck him now. He felt the movement on the mattress and sighed anxiously. We had no lube, but hey…. most of the John’s wouldn’t even care about. So I spit on my cock and started entering his tight rectum. I forced myself into Julian in one long swift stroke. His made fists and groaned loudly. I could see, he was in pain, but for me it was like heaven. I could feel every sigh and shudder of Julian’s suffering down to my penis. I sped up. This was not a romantic fuck. I was here to breed this little faggot und to seed him with his poison. “Yeah whore, squeeze my dick. Massage me good with your cheap slut drain” I growled. I fucked Julian harder now. Placing my right arm around his neck in I started choking the lad. He had no chance escaping this headlock but he tried. He started moving his ass around, which was perfect, since they met my motions. I whispered I would love to drain his life out of him, and while his movements got more frantic I asked him, if he would love to get charged up by me. Julian hit me with his arms against my arms. I loosened the headlock for a couple of seconds to repeat my question and to make sure he actually heard it. “Listen slut, I am about to shoot my load. I want to charge you up with it you filthy cunt… tell me, tell me you want to get charged up….” I insisted. With that I put him back into the headlock and I heard again those beautiful choking sounds. “Well….. do you want to get charged up whore?” I asked one last time. I could hear a rasping noise. “Yes…. ye…. cha’g’ me uuuup” he whispered. I couldn’t see it, but Julian’s face had turned blue already. His answer did it for me. I shot my virus deep into him and made sure it would impregnate him. I power fucked him the at last like a rabbit. Shortly after that, I dissolved the headlock and just laid on Julian with my full body weight. I felt his convulsive breathing and I enjoyed the sounds he made. Slowly I undocked from his slut hole and patted him on his ass cheeks. “You did a very good job cunt hole – you sucked my whole charged cum out of my balls and into you system. Well done” I praised him. Suddenly a stranger’s voice echoed through the small room “Nice show you two…. really nice…..” I turned around and saw a huge trucker standing at the hole, that once was a door. “If he would be my fuck toy, I would have fucked him also here, just to show him his place” he continued. “He is not my boy” I replied. “He is a fucking money taking whore” “A whore? How much?” he wanted to know. The guy was quite big and a little bit heavy, if you know what I mean. “It’s up to you. Next costumer is waiting, Bitch” I grinned. Julian was scared by trucker’s looks. He was fat and not so good looking. “I asked you something you stupid cunt. How MUCH for assfucking?” he repeated his question. I closed my jeans slowly enjoying the scene. “20 dollars with a condom. 25 dollars without a condom” Julian answered shyly. “You got any condoms here?” the trucker wanted to know. Julian shook his head in astonishment. Why should he have the condoms with him? “You can’t fool me Bitch. If you got no condoms I am fucking you without a condom, but I will pay only 20 dollars. You got that” he sneered and started opening his jeans already without consent. He threw a twenty dollar note down to the dirty floor. Julian looked at me scared and I nodded slowly, so he said ‘alright’ to the guy. “Come here and suck me. Make my dick hard, so I can fuck you” the fat guy ordered. Julian crawled to the edge of the mattress and started licking the cock. He saw, the guy wore a ring. He was married….. I left the room to give the two lovebirds some privacy, but I waited nearby. So I could hear the sniffing and the crying of Julian and the grunting of his first John. “You are hurting me….” Julian whined. “Shut up whore and work for your money you fucking faggot” the John replied. There was a sound of a thump and then I heard Julian moaning out of pain. “Yeah….. whore….. ooooooh…. yeah….. milk my balls you dirty mattress…..” the John panted. Silence…… A couple of minutes later the trucker left the shack. He simply nodded at me and went back to his vehicle. I entered Julian’s new love nest and saw he was a mess. His face was red, like he hadn’t had enough oxygen for the last couple of minutes. He held his left shoulder and there were already visible marks of the punching on his back. “You did it. Another dick in your cunt and it is just early afternoon. You see what you can make? 15 minutes and you made this bloke happy.” I encouraged Julian to continue. “I…. I….. I…. do…. don’t….. I” he stuttered. Before he made a bad choice I pulled him up. “Let’s go to the urinals and the stalls” I told him. We went slowly into the toilets, which were just a few meters away from his new home. Like I said before, most urinals were overflowed with piss. Somehow the urinals were blocked and the piss couldn’t sink into the urinal. Some of the piss had already spilled all over the floor. We stood right in between this mess, when two truckers entered the toilets. They took a look at Julian’s torn jeans and exchanged a disapproving look. “Now look at this mess. This is fucking shit. Always the same shit. You can’t take a decent piss at those truck stops, if there ain’t a restaurant.” one of the guys complained. “Offer yourself as a urinal” I whispered at Julian and shoved him in between two urinals. He turned around and saw the mean expression on their faces. He sunk down onto his knees and asked them if they would care to pay, if he would drink their piss. “Nah – but I would care to beat you up” one trucker answered and made a fist already. “I…. I….. I don….” Julian stammered. “I…. I…. I WHAT?” both sneered dangerously. “Sorry…. it is his first day on this job.” I interfered. “You could beat him up for 15 dollars. No face punching, no broken bones – Rest is up to you” “Are you serious?” the one guy couldn’t believe his ears. I nodded. Both guys paid the fee and threw the money in front of the lad. “You hold him up first Miguel” one said to the other. I surveyed the scene. Julian was raised up and held in a neckholder. He had a frightened look in his eyes and said visibly ‘NOOOOO’ when the first thump hit him in the stomack. He wasn’t able to breathe anymore and the guy in front of him grinned into Julian’s face while using him as a punching ball. He was boxing like a pro. Moving around and beating the kid up badly. He even punched him onto his dick and into his balls. I went out after a while, although I enjoyed the scenery. A couple of minutes later both guys came out of the toilet area and high-fived each other. I could see, both of them got a huge boner in their jeans. They had fun beating Julian up. “Puta….. hey Pal - is this faggot staying here for a while?” Miguel asked me. “He plans to…. why?” I wanted to know. “We got a couple of friends, maybe 10 to 12 guys, who would like to meet him probably.” he grinned evilly. “Well , then I suggest, you visit him around 3 am. There won’t be any traffic around here at all, and he will be sleeping in the shack on his filthy mattress. There you can surprise him with your group; and who knows, maybe he will forget to ask for the fee, if you wake him up this way” I smirked. They nodded both and adjusted their junks before they left. I entered the toilet again and there was Julian sitting in an even greater pool of piss than before. The money was gone and he told me, that both guys had taken also the rest of all the money he owned, the 20 dollars included from his first anal job. “Man, shit happens. That was just bad luck. Come on, get up… let me help you” I lent him a helping hand. While I tried to get him back to the shed two new truckers approached us. “What happened” they asked concerned. “Nothing – he just had a job and got beaten up. He is a whore, trying to gain some paying friends around here” I answered. They both laughed loudly, but then they saw he shredded jeans and they looked at each other again. “Want to unload in a faggot again?” one asked the other guy. He looked at the young ho and nodded. Julian was not able to comprehend the talking. He was slowly led into the shack again and dropped down to the dirty mattress. “How much?” one guy asked me. I looked down at Julian and realized he was out of it, at this moment, so I replied 40 dollars for both. That was a bargain. They gave me the cash and started opening their pants looking down at Julian with horny eyes. When I turned to leave the small room, I heard Julian already cry out in pain. The pals tried to fuck him both into his ass and they made sure they would both punch fuck him to get the most out of the twink. I took the money and walked to my car slowly. I never returned to that lot again….

Hey guys, this is my first porn story, so I hope you like it. There's plenty more chem-fueled pigginess in later chapters if you guys are into it. It was the summer after I’d graduated from high school in Dallas, Texas in the early 2000s. I’d come out a couple of years earlier, lost my virginity, and became a bit of a rebel. The thing was, no matter how hard I tried, what crazy color I died my hair, how baggy my jeans were, or how much I sneered and skulked around, I always looked like a sweet, innocent little boy. I looked maybe 15, max, but even that was pushing it. My skin was lily white and covered in freckles. I had curly strawberry blonde hair that grew out to be a big bush on the top of my head, small mouth, and big expressive blue eyes. I stood about 5’9 with a bit of a belly and the remnants of man boobs from growing up as a fat kid. When it came to guys, I had very little confidence at all. But I was horny all the time. All. The. Time. And from reading stories about older guys seducing younger guys on nifty.org, I’d learned that putting things in my ass was a hell of a good time. I’d put any kind of household object up there, tooth brushes, a wooden flute, even a small shampoo bottle once. I’d read all these stories about kinky sex that I wanted to try, but was too scared to look for or really even understand. But I did manage to meet up with a few older dudes for fun, but they didn’t turn out as hot as my fantasies were. So a week after my 18th birthday, there was a death in the family. I wasn’t particularly close to this great aunt, but my family all wanted to go pay their respects. My grandmother decided to leave me behind to run her business where she was the only employee while she was gone, and that suited me just fine. They packed up the car, and I promised to take care of her office, flashing my boyish smile. All was good. On the second or third day of me manning the place, one of her long-time customers came in. His name was James. He was about 6’1 with a lanky frame and salt and pepper hair in his late 30s or so. He wasn’t the most handsome guy, but he’d always been extra nice. I basically grew up in that office, so I’d known him for at least 10 years at that point. And every time I saw him he’d make sure to give me a big hug and would tell me jokes in the squeaky, over-animated kind of voice he had, like an extra from Mr. Rogers or something, but he always made me laugh. That day, I guess he’d been out riding his bike, because he was covered in blue lycra with a nice sized bulge in the crotch that I tried really hard not to look at for too long. I’d never noticed that James had so much going on between his legs before. “Hey, kiddo, how you doing? Where’s your grandma?” “Hiya, Mr. James!” I exclaimed. I called nearly everyone Mr. So-and-so in those days. I told him where she’d gone, but that I’d be happy to help him any way I could. He got this dark, mischievous grin for a second and said, “Oh, gosh, that’s right, isn’t it. I guess I must have forgotten! I’m so silly sometimes.” “You are silly without a doubt, Mr. James.” His voice was like a cartoon character. It was fun to have banter like we did when I was a kid, but I was clearly a grown man at this point. Mr. James seemed to have other ideas. I bristled a bit, but I was determined to prove that I was all grown up now. He demanded a hug, like always, so I got up from behind the desk and gave him one. I tried to be firm and manly to show him just how mature I was at that point, but when he wrapped his arms around me I felt this jolt go through me I’d never felt before. His grip was so soft and comforting. I felt so safe and secure there in his arms. The smell of his sweat and the lycra made my head spin. My breath was a little heavier than I would have liked, but he didn’t seem to want to let go. The hug went on a little longer than it probably should have, but then we settled back into our chairs and struck up a conversation. He was sitting right across from me with his legs spread in typical man stance. I could see the clear outline of his bulge in those blue lycra shorts, and it was making me hot as hell. The conversation was boring small talk, but he kept opening and closing his legs. And every time he did I couldn’t help but look down to watch his bulge shift and flex, and could almost see the outline of his cockhead resting just to the left of his balls. He pretended not to notice and kept the conversation going. But I just couldn’t stop looking at his package, and his dick, it just seemed to keep growing. I started to get a bit nervous, but it didn’t stop me from looking. I found myself just staring openly at the lump moving down his thigh, and the conversation trailed off. I looked up at him all sheepish for a second at having gotten caught, but he just chuckled his goofy little laugh and smiled encouragingly at me. But I was too dumbfounded to move. He looked down at his crotch and back up at me with a look of fake surprise, like he’d pulled a quarter from behind my ear and just discovered it. “Hey, hey! Look at that!” he said. Slowly he reached down, grabbed his cock, and waggled it at me with a playful little smirk. I was frozen in place, mesmerized. “So how long have you been into guys,” he asked the question so casually, but my heat leapt into my throat. “Um…a few years now,” I stammered. “A few years, huh? Well it sounds like you got started early.” “Yeah,” I said, laughing a little. “Have you been with a boy yet?” “Um…well, I lost my virginity at 15. He was 48, though, so not really a boy. And I wouldn’t say I’ve had good sex yet.” “Oh I see. That’s my precocious boy. Exploring what he wants before anyone expected. Have you ever been to a bathhouse?” “No,” I muttered, “I just turned 18 last week.” “Aw,” he said, with a little bit of disappointment, but he gave me this wolfish smile. I couldn’t believe I was being so honest with him. Something about him just made me feel like I could trust him. “Hey, kiddo, have I told you how handsome you’ve gotten?” I just blushed, not sure of what to say. “I mean you’ve always been a very cute little boy, but now you’re beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that?” They hadn’t, and it showed. I couldn’t help but beam at him, and his cock twitched. I flicked my gaze down and saw that his bulge had grown even larger. A wet spot had formed at the tip. My small mouth opened in surprise. James watched me and his goofy smile disappeared. He got serious and quiet. Suddenly he wasn’t the same old silly Mr. James I’d known all these years. There was this darkness to him I’ never seen before. Like he’d been planning to get me into a spot just like this all along, and I thought briefly about what I was getting myself into. “Let’s try something fun,” he said quietly. He got up, his cock now obscenely stretched against his hip. I could see every vein and the thick ridge of his cockhead. Methodically he strutted around the office, closing all of the blinds, his dick wobbling back and forth under the lycra, and I marveled at his transformation, how masculine he seemed, how in charge. I stumbled up from the desk and followed his lead, shutting the door and locking it. He turned to look at me with this sense of purpose in his eyes, like whatever he was about to do to me was inevitable, and I got scared. He checked himself immediately and the goofy smile came back as he flexed his cock. The wet spot got bigger. He spread his arms and did this funny little duck walk over to me that made his dick bob up and down with every lurching step. I couldn’t help but laugh and was immediately put at ease. He’d spent years perfecting the art of cheering me up. It worked every time. He came in for another big hug, his man-sized frame enfolding mine. I could feel his cock throbbing against my stomach. “Hey, kiddo,” he said as his hands slid down to hold my plump ass through my jeans. “How you doing?” “Good,” I stuttered. I was shaking like a leaf. “Goooooood,” he said in soothing tones and moved my hand onto his throbbing cock. It felt firm and full in my hand and I gave it a few little squeezes. He moaned and brought me in for a kiss, my neck straining back to accommodate his height. I felt his tongue pressing against my teeth, which was new for me. Wanting to show him just how much I’d grown up though, I just went with it. His big wet tongue invaded my mouth and explored every nook and cranny. I gagged a bit when he reached the back of my throat, but he just petted the back of my head and held me in place. Soon I was sucking on his tongue like there was no tomorrow. He pried me away and kissed down my cheek to my neck. I let out a little gasp and my whole body went rigid. It was the most amazing thing I’d felt up to this point in my life. And when he began to gently suck and lick, I couldn’t help but moan. Immediately he pulled back and laughed. Putting one of his big, hairy hands gently over my mouth. “I love your pretty little moans, kiddo, but you’ve gotta keep it quiet right now, understand?” I nodded. “Why don’t we go into the back for a while?” he said. And I hastily grabbed his hand and led him back to the little hallway where we had a tiny kitchen to the left, and the bathroom and a big pile of bird seed sacks to the right. He pushed me up against the sink and kissed ravenously. He unbuckled my jeans and they fell to the ground. My cock was harder than it had ever been in my whole life as he squatted down, took off his classes, and yanked down my briefs. My 6 inches of uncut boymeat bounced into the open and, without missing a beat, Mr. James swallowed up my entire cock in his mouth and started slurping away. If what I felt before was good, this was at least a thousand times better, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning. He reached up with his long, hairy arm and clamped his hand over my mouth while he mercilessly milked my dick for every bit of pleasure it could get. I got real close to cumming, I was right on the edge, but he pulled away as quick as he had started. He stood up and tugged me to him forcefully, spitting on his fingers and going in for another deep kiss. His fingers found my pink little boy hole and began gently circling, teasing, as he fucked my mouth with his tongue. His touch was electric on my hole and I moaned into his mouth, thrusting my hips against him. Firmly but gingerly he teased around the outside of my hole, getting each and every one of those nerve endings tickling. Then he pulled back his hands and his kiss and unzipped a pocket in his riding vest that looked to have a little sandwich baggy inside. He put two fingers deeply into his mouth, coating them thickly with spit and rummaged around in the sandwich baggy, covering them in white powder. “What’s that,” I whispered in a scared voice. “Just some special lube to help get you opened up.” ‘B-but it’s powder,” I stammered. “Don’t worry, it mixes with the spit once it’s in your hole, and then you'll start to feel really good.” And with that he shoved his finger inside me. I tried to cry out, but he planted his lips over mine as he wormed his way deeper inside me, stretching out my ring and making himself known to my tender insides. The finger burned like fire, and I tried to pull away, but he had me where he wanted me. My hole winked around his finger with the struggle and he slipped the other finger in and I gasped. My heart started beating faster in my chest, my hole started to loosen, and my horniness got ramped up more than I thought was possible. After a minute his fingers felt like magic inside me, and I unreservedly thrust my cock between his lycra clad thighs. I became acutely aware of his cock throbbing against my stomach and rubbed myself against him. “Hey kiddo, that’s my boy,” he murmured as he stretched out my hole. “That’s it.” All I could think about was how much I wanted his cock inside me. I needed it. I didn’t really like bottoming that much with actual guys, really, but I had to have his cock, and I had to have it right then. I grabbed his cock and gave it a desperate little tug. He laughed and asked if I was having a good time. “Yes, Mr. James.” I said, unintentionally mimicking the cadence I used when I was little. “Oh, good boy,” he said, his cartoony chuckle coming back. “I like that you still call me that. Now do you know what comes next, son?” “No, sir,” I said, but I really, really hoped. “Oh-ho I think you know,” he said, and twisted his fingers even deeper inside me I moaned and he withdrew his fingers. I felt so empty and scared it might be ending. “Why don’t you go get on that stack of bird seed bags, kiddo, and stick out your cute little but for me.” I giggled, and did what he asked. Once I was on all fours on the bird seed, I stuck out my ass and gave it a little shake, and Mr. James let out a low moan. I heard him spit on his hand and felt him move in behind me. He put up one leg on the birdseed next to me and soon I felt the wet tip of his cock moving up and down my crack. My whole body tensed and I stammered out, “D-d-d-do you have a condom?” “Uh-oh!” he said in a sing songy voice and kept rubbing his cock along the crack of my ass sending vibrations through my entire body. My hole was begging for his cock. “I’m fresh out of rubbers, little buddy. Do you want me to stop?” he said, swirling his hips and making my hole twitch and buck. I didn’t answer. “Because I sure will if you want me to, kiddo. Do you want me to?” Still I didn’t answer. “Huh?” he asked, poking at my hole with the head of his cock. “Huh?” he asked going deeper. “I mean…” I trailed off. He broke through the seal of my hole and sunk in deep. All seven inches of his thick cock were buried in me to the hilt, and I could feel his heartbeat through his cock in my stretched out ring. He smoothed his hands around the small of my back and leaned down to give me a kiss right between the shoulders, and I relaxed and let out a big breath. This was Mr. James, after all. He wouldn’t hurt me. “Mmmm, it seems like you might like that, I don’t know if you want me to stop, do you? Gently he made little circles in my hole with his fat cock, loosening me up. My hole burned, but it also felt better than any cock I’d ever experienced. I let out a little yelp of pleasure. “Hmmm, what was that? Did you want me to stop?” he asked, thrusting his hips in even deeper, giving me short little strokes as he ground around inside me. “Do you? Do you want me to stop?” The thrusts grew longer, and I couldn’t keep quiet anymore. “I want to hear an answer from you, little buddy, do you want me to stop, or do you want me to pound your fucking pussy?” I let out a cry of joy, pushing back on him. Trying to get more of this dick that was bringing me into a whole new world of pleasure. “That’s not good enough, kiddo. I said I wanted a fucking answer,” he said and he maneuvered himself so both his feet were on the bird seed bag, it bulged with our combined weight. He sunk his cock in as deep as it would go and leaned over to whisper in my ears. “Now, I want you to think about this and give me an answer like a good boy, okay? Can you do that for me?”. I nodded. “Now,” he said, grinding his cock in swirls, rubbing his leaking cock head against the walls of my ass. “Do you want me to stop? Or do you want me to pound. That. Pussy!” And with those last three words he would pull all the way out and slam right back in. A sound ripped from my throat. “Yes! Yes, please don’t stop!” “Stop what?” he said, back to the slow grind. “Please don’t stop p-p-p-pounding my—please don’t stop pounding my pussy,” I said, unintentionally slipping back into that little boy cadence. He groaned a deep throated groan and softly petted the back of my head. He leaned in close and licked my ear. “Then get ready.” What came next was an unrelenting assault on my hole. He fucked me deep and he fucked me hard, and he didn’t stop. He wrapped a hand over my mouth and pulled my head back so my whole back arched up, exposing my plump, lily white ass for the taking as he thrust in deep over and over. I freaked a bit and tried to buck him off, but he just held me still until I gave in to the onslaught of his cock. His breathing got faster, and his thrusts got more ragged as my hole squeezed at his thickness. “Unnnnh, little buddy, I’m gonna give you my load.” I struggled when he said this. I’d never taken a load before, and I was terrified. I always used condoms. Always. But he had me in a firm grip. His pounding kept going and going and going and I couldn’t stop the waves of pleasure he was forcing through every cell in my body. He let out a strangled cry, thrust in as far as he could go, and I felt his cock spasm over and over again. Wetness spread deep inside me, and my dick instantly got steel hard again. As he collapsed on top of me, the lycra of his riding fest sticking to my back, cock still lodged inside of me, I started to panic. Just like he always did, though, Mr. James calmed me down and we curled up together on the bags of birdseed, spoon style as he gently thrust in, rubbing his cum into the walls of my hole. With the intensity of the moment, I started to sniffle a bit, but he held me tight. “Hey, hey, kiddo. There’s no need to cry. Was that your first load?” “Yeah…” I said quietly. “Well then that was a big step you just took. I’m proud of you, little buddy. Good work. Did it feel good?” he asked as he spread his man cum around my tender insides. “Yeah…” I muttered. “Well then who gives a hot damn, is what I say. You’ve gotta embrace that inner pig I just saw, and I’d love to show you how. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Here, why don’t we get cleaned up, kiddo.” With that we got up and got our pants back on. Mr. James pulled me in for a big hug and rubbed my back in big circles. “That was a lot of fun today, but there’s so much more I want to show you. Here’s my number in case you ever want to try going to one of those bathhouses we were talking about.” I took the slip of paper he handed to me, and gave him one more hug for the road. “Thank you, Mr. James. That was a lot of fun.” “Anytime, partner,” he said, as he walked toward the office door. “Hey, have you ever tried ecstasy,” he asked? “No, but I’ve always wanted to,” I replied. He grinned that goofy grin. “Well, then, until next time."

I stumbled back to my condo still trying to wipe the chunks of cum from my face and hair. No wonder the folks at the farmer’s market shook their heads as I did my walk of shame. Saturday morning started like every other day of the week. Up at 3:30, have some coffee, watch the news, hit the sex sites to see who’s around and chat a little with some friends and fuck buddies, then by 5:30 head out for a walk, except today I was not walking to work, but just around the neighborhood. Almost every morning when I head out I see a guy who works for the local business improvement district organization either picking up trash, or setting up the chairs and picnic tables at the little park up the block. It’s really an old parking lot, but they have done a nice job of making it a center of the neighborhood with tables, chairs, a small stage, a monthly ‘fair’, farmer’s market on Saturday mornings, and more. The guy is about my age, but a bit taller, slim, black guy, and always greets me with smile, wave, and a little chat whenever we cross paths. One day when I stopped after just moving to the neighborhood to ask how he was he seemed very appreciative as I guess most folks just ignore him and his crew. That’s too bad. He’s the Boss, and explained to me how his group of guys work hard, outdoors, all day long, trying to make our neighborhood a better place. What’s even more awesome are their stories - they are all ex-cons, homeless, or come from some other troubled background. But they’re out there, every day, working hard for a paycheck that I am sure is a pittance compared to what they might make dealing drugs or doing some other illegal shit. This morning as I walked past the south side of the park/parking lot, I noticed the large metal doors on the shipping containers were all open and the Boss’ truck was parked in its usual spot, but I did not see him. They have placed 3 large, old metal shipping containers on the west end of the lot that they use for storage of equipment, supplies, and one as a small office/place to to take a break for the guys. The shipping containers are even painted with a map, name of the neighborhood, and more, and are an awesome piece of art in themselves. Anyways, I continued on my walk and about 20 minutes later circled back around and came back to the lot from an alley on the north side. It was barely the edge of dawn, so all I could make out was a tall, dark shadow standing in the corner behind one of the open doors, so I walked closure to see who it was. It was the Boss. The Boss was leaning against the side of the shipping container with his right arm extended out and above his head holding himself up, hidden from the street by the open, metal door. His left hand was on his dick as he shook it, then stroked it, then shook it again like it was misbehaving. About 10 feet away I caught the sweet and tangy pungent smell of a strong strain of 420 - fuck in DC everybody’s got a joint in their pocket or smoking when and where they want, so I was not surprised, and I inhaled deeply and savored the armona. I don’t smoke myself, but there is just something about a top man who does….hmmmm! I was about 5 feet from the Boss man now when he finally turned, let go of the container, took the blunt out of his lips with his right hand as he continued to alternately stroke/shake his dick, and as he saw me he said, “Fucking Christ! My dick can’t decide if I need to nutt or piss like a race horse and I feel like I got to do both at the same time.” I could relate - I had been fucked a few times by monster dicks that made me feel the same way. “Oh fuck it,” the Boss man said as he stuffed his semi-hard dick back into his pants, hit his blunt, then walked around the open door and stomped into the container. I pondered, wondered, and my hungry ass decided - yeah I’d follow. I walked around to the front and peered into the inky darkness. Fuck! You couldn’t see shit inside, but then his blunt flared bright red and orange and I heard him cough and exhale. “Yo man, you like dick don’t you?” the Boss’ voice echoed against the metal walls, “My girl’s Chia Hole is closed for business - so she says - cause she’s about ready to pop another youngin and I need to nutt something fierce and get my gutta swag on - feel me?” Yeah, so maybe being the pushy bottom I am I had dropped a few comments and hints here and there over the past months about ‘my fuck buddies made sure I had a ROUGH night’ etc…, but had never really come out and told him, “I’m a dick sucker.” In the dark I could not see what he was swinging but who the fuck cared! I was a dick hungry pig looking for some gutter pig slop and this BBC BOSS was offering - hell yeah! I paused as I stepped up into the metal shipping container, still not able to see much beyond the first few feet except the red hot glow of the tip of his 420 blunt. I inched forward, he coughed, laughed, I heard a zipper, felt the heat wave from his lungs of smoke, and took another step. I paused, looked behind to the street and wondered if anyone driving by could see inside, but then realized fuck no. Another step and the Boss’ hand shot out, grabbed my wrist, his palm warm and clammy. He roughly pulled my hand to his now hard dick and I sighed a little in wonder as I felt how long and thick it was. FUCK YEAH! I kneeled and worshipped his monster black rod with my wet mouth - sloppy toppy dick suck! I had just started gagging and deep throating him when the Boss said, “Bend the fuck over, I need to dig some ass out.” No question about status, no mention of condoms, no fucking preamble about playing safe - just raw gutta dick getting his swag on. Of course I obeyed without hesitation and gasped as the behemoth slab of man steak punched into my fuck hole and worked it open with nothing but some 420 spit to lube the way. The Boss fucked like a pro - a man who had been in 1,000 pussies - male and female version - and knew just where to dig and how to tickle the ivories. “WHERE YOU WANT THIS NUTT AT? WHERE YOU WANT ME DROP THIS LOAD?” the Boss man asked. Before I could reply he said, “I DONT GIVE A FCUK - GONNA SHOOT MY HOT LOAD UP THAT WETT HOLE - SLOPPY PUSSY - READY FOR THIS GUTTA SWAG NUTT - YES IT IS - WETT AND OPEN - LIKE A FUCKING WHORE PUSSY! BEEN SO FUCKING LONG SINCE I BE SLIPPIN AND SLIDIN IN SOME GUTTA PUSSY - BUT THAT’S WHAT YOU IS - AINT IT? GUTTA SNIPE PUSSY HUNGRY FOR THIS SWAG DICK!” Hell yeah, what could I say to all that? As my BBC fucker picked up his pace a voice echoed from outside the metal shipping container, “Yo Boss man, we gots the tables set up, now’s we going to - HOLY FUCK _ WHOA….” One of the other crew members had stepped around the open door and shone his flashlight into the dark container, illuminating the sinful acts going on within. Boss man piped up, “STEP UP IN YOUNGIN - SEE HOW A REAL MAN FLOODS THAT BACK DOOR, FUCKS DEEP EM THEM GUTS - GETS THAT GUTTA SWAG GRIME FUCK ON!” The other guy was all shadows, his body outlined against the faint morning light shining through the door as he stepped into the container, his boots creating thump thump echoes. I watched as he got closer and the Boss continued bang fucking my ass, then another shadow appeared, and then a third. Fuck! “GATHER ROUND BOYS, GOT US A WILLING MOUTH AND ASS. TIGHT FUCKING PUSSY TO BANG THE SHIT OUT OF. HOW LONG WE GOT NOW TIL FOLKS ARRIVE? OH THEY ALREADY STARTED? FUCK HELL, MAKE IT QUICK THEN, NOT A PROBLEM FOR ME, MY BALLS READY TO BURST - OH HELL FUCKING YEAH! CUMMING IN THAT TIGHT HOLE, BREEDING IT GOOD! FUCK I NEEDED THAT - WHO’S NEXT?” With that the Boss quivered one last time, pulled out making me gasp and headed back to the front of the container as another of his crew jammed his sharp dick in my slicked hole, and the two others stood over my face, jacking their dicks. I squinted my eyes shut as the scalding cum streamed across my brow and dripped down through my lashes. I murmured in pleasure as the crew member fucking me grunted and bloated my innards like a helium balloon as he bred me raw with a gallon of BBC sperm. Just as he wrapped up the third and final crew member shot his load onto my cheek and across my head; chunky gobs spitting and settling into my hair as he shook the final drops out. Without another word they pulled out, zipped up, walked away, as I was left alone in the dim shadows to try to pull myself together. I wiped my face the best I could, and ran my fingers through my hair pulling away streams of fibrous man seed. Fuck! I only had a t-shirt on and could not find anything laying around so wiped my hands on my pants, cleaned myself up the best I could and stumbled to the front and open door. I stepped onto the pavement, my legs wobbly, and looked side to side. There were two crew members to my left who smiled, nodded, and then the Boss man walked between them, stepped close and said, “You look like a sloppy street whore with all that nicca cum all over your face. Good. Get your ass back here tomorrow, a little earlier, maybe I’ll let my some other guys on the crew fuck you too - or maybe I’ll just pimp that tight white ass some homeless fuckers from up around 7-11 or the park.” I smiled, shuffled away, and bashfully held my head down as the few farmers that had arrived early snickered and stared as I made the walk of shame. The morning sun glistened off the man nutt coating my hair and face, my ass was wett, my guts stretched, and I was hungry for more.

Boy Wanted I was driving home from the baths. It was early Sunday morning. I had gone to the Crew Club Saturday night, as it seemed the best time to find lots of men there. And I had found some men. But they were really not kind of the men I needed. I guess I had been fucked by five or six guys, but only one gave me a load to carry home, so I was pissed. Pissed and disappointed. I had expected to find lots of horny men and have a great time, and come home loaded. There were lots of men there. And some of them would take me back to their room, and we’d make out and things would be going great, and then the man would pull out a rubber and roll it on before fucking my ass. I needed to be fucked and really used, all the way to taking the man’s load. At the end I finally found one man, really too old and not my type at all, but he did fuck me raw, and I was carrying his load home in my ass. What good is it to be Poz, if no one will fuck you and give you a load? I got home as the sun began to come up. I ate a little cereal and then went to bed and fell asleep dreaming of the kind of man I wanted to find. I was not undesirable; I thought I looked good for thirty years old. I had my brown hair cut in the most recent fad, bare at the side and longer on top. I had a light brown beard. I went to the gym regularly and worked out almost every day. I thought I’d hit it off well at the club. But to some I was too old and to others too young. I woke about 4 PM and had more cereal and read the paper, and then I went online. After I’d caught up on my regular stuff I went to the gay places, to see if anyone was available on Sunday night. I might have another chance before I went to work Monday morning. One thing caught my attention. It was an ad on one of the gay sites. It was very simple. “Boy Wanted. Must be 20-40, Poz. Contact RawTopDad” I recognized the Dad; he’d posted several times, often with pictures. It sounded so simple, so I thought “Why not?” And I posted a quick email, thinking I’d probably hear back in a couple days. I was reading through the sites when I got a response. It was a phone number to call, so I called. I had a nice short chat with the man, Jerry. He was not looking for a slave, he wanted a Boy. There was no pay, but a free place to live and all the food I needed. It was interesting. There was one qualification; I had to be on trial for one week. He wanted me to come over as soon as I could. So I called work and left a message that I would be off this coming week, taking one of my vacation breaks. Then I cleaned out and headed over. I packed a small bag, but it turned out I didn’t need it at all. When I got to his house, Jerry met me at the door. He invited me in and had me sit at the dining room table so we could talk. He had a nice place, very clean, the sort of place you’d imagine your parents would have. It had a certain air to it, a scent. It smelled like some places I’d been for drinks, like people had been smoking, but it was not stinky. It just had a scent like musk cologne. Jerry was very professional and to the point. He was dressed in jeans and a sport shirt, and had on shoes with no socks. He looked to be about 60 years old, gray white hair and full beard. He looked like a man that could stand to lose weight, but not too heavy. I was pleased that I had decided to wear my slim jeans and a tank top and sandals. Jerry said that he was looking for a boy to be his Boy, but not a slave. If I were to be accepted, I would be having sex often. It would be raw sex, and it would often be with him and other men. It sounded interesting. I told Jerry that I was mainly a bottom and liked to take loads, and he was pleased to hear that. I also told him I was free this coming week, and would be happy to be his Boy for a week. Jerry said it sounded good, so he would take me on a trial week. The first thing he needed to do was to get me ready. So I put my bag down in the bedroom and stripped for him, so he could have a look at me. He asked me if I minded being shaved, and I asked where he was going to shave, and he said mainly the balls and ass. No one would see that, so I said OK. He had me lie on the bed and he went to work with a barber’s shears and then a razor and shaving cream. I had never had anyone even ask about shaving, so it was interesting. I have to confess that having a man holding my dick while shaving around it was stimulating, but he didn’t seem to mind. He shaved my balls and then had me bend over and very carefully shaved my ass. Once he had me rid of all hair except for my bush, it was shower time. He showed me the shower and the cleaning hose and said shower and clean out. So I did. While I was in the shower I was surprised that he joined me. He had me put my hands against the wall and he inspected my ass, and again he surprised me by sticking his cock up my ass. I’d just cleaned my ass out, so it was open and wet, and he could slide home easily. He pulled out and looked at his dick and it was clean and wet, so he said I was obviously ready. We both got out and dried off. Jerry said to meet him in the bedroom and left the bathroom to get ready. When I came out, dry, naked and lubed up, Jerry was sitting on a chair, and his cock was erect and ready to go. He said “Have a seat!” and motioned for me to come to him and sit down. He was already on the chair, so there was only one way to sit on his lap, facing him, the way I liked to. I was still pretty open from the bath and I’d already had his cock up my ass, but it was still an experiment to get on him. He has a big head on his cock, and it’s thick. It’s not that long, but I was having a problem, till he popped me open. Then I sat down in his lap. I was taller than him in this position, so as I got accustomed to the feel of the cock in my ass, he began to kiss and suck my nips. This really turns me on, so I began to rise and fall and fuck myself on his cock, and he assisted me with his hands. I really like that position, but Jerry just wanted us to get started right. He then lifted me up and laid me on the bed on my back, and began to kiss me. Now I knew what the aroma of the place was; I could taste “cigar” on his lips and mustache, so he must have smoked one before my arrival. Didn’t matter to me; I was using my tongue as much as I could and had my hands in his hair, stroking his beard and working his nips. After a short time, he stood at the edge of the bed and pulled me to him, inserted his cock in my ass and put my legs on his shoulders, and held me in place with his hands on my hips. “I’m sorry this will be so quick, but I reach a point where I have to get my rocks off,” he said. And he began to fuck me very heavily and strongly. He was not kidding; his dick felt like it was getting bigger and thicker and hotter and then he cried out a big “FUCK!” as he blew his load in my hole. It was an intense feeling; like my insides were getting filled with ropes of cum. He never stopped fucking me after he blew, but I could tell his cock was beginning to fade a little. Finally, he stopped and we shared a big kiss. I had wrapped my legs around his hips and held him tight. “This is not the end; we’re just getting started,” he said. Jerry had me stand on the floor and bend over the bed, and he was right back in me again, and we started fuck #2. I’d never had a man go from #1 to #2 so quickly. He was working my nips and balls and dick, whatever he could get his hands on. I was just holding on to the bed, afraid he was going to knock me down on it. It took a while, but eventually I felt his cock grow again and get hotter, and finally spew. Then he began to slow down and finally fell out, and I spun around and went down to suck off any lingering cum. I got up and snowballed a little of it as we kissed. We laid down on the bed then and rested and were able to talk a little. Jerry said he’d been looking forward to having a Boy like me, and I was pleased to hear that. I told him I couldn’t get fucked as much as I wanted, especially raw, and he said that would not be a problem during the time I was with him. After a break to take a piss, we laid down on the bed and got ready for the night. Jerry said he had to get up in the morning early. I would be free to do what I pleased during the day. He asked that I stay naked as often as possible, only wearing a harness. He said that I should keep a pair of shorts by the door, in case it had to be answered, but otherwise I should get used to being naked in the house. That sounded good to me. I wouldn’t need the clothes I brought with me. As we got ready for sleep, we had a lover’s fuck, side by side, nothing exciting, but I was enjoying being with a real man for a week. After he planted his third load, we fell asleep, and I still had his cock in my ass. I was awakened about 2 AM by Jerry coming back to bed from the bathroom. I was surprised that he rolled me over and got on top of me and inserted his dick and gave me a good, solid fuck before he went back to sleep again. Four fucks in one night, each with a good load. Man, I had hit the jackpot! Monday When I woke the next morning, I was in bed, alone. It was about 7 AM. Jerry had gone to work and the house was empty. As Jerry had said, I had the house to myself. I made myself breakfast and then went back to the bedroom to see what I could do there. I was surprised to find the sheets all spotty with cum, and it had to have leaked out of my ass during the night. So the sheets and the mattress pad went in the washer first thing. Then I showered and made sure I was clean. I went through the house and looked for things to do, and didn’t find much. I could wash a few clothes, but I set them aside for later in the week. I did a workout similar to what I would have done in the gym, read the paper and watched TV. I made a small lunch. About 4 PM I got in the shower and cleaned myself out to be ready for Jerry. He had told me to be sure to get out a cigar and have it ready for him when he got home. He said that when he came in the door I should give him the cigar and light it for him, and then unzip his pants and suck him up. Then I could bend over the chair or where ever Jerry told me, so I would be ready to fuck. At 5 PM I was by the door ready when Jerry came in. He was glad to see me and greeted me with a kiss. He accepted the cigar I had ready and I gave him a light, and then I got down on my knees and unzipped his pants and pulled his undies out of the way, and got his cock out. As I began to suck, he was puffing away on his cigar. Soon the room was filled with clouds of smoke, and he was ready to fuck. He bent me over the big sidearm of the chair and blew smoke in my ass, kissed it and rimmed me good, and got me to the point of almost begging him to fuck me. Then he stood up, centered his cock on my hole, and pressed home. When I could feel his balls against me, I was ready for a good, hard fuck, and that was just what I got. True to his word, it was short and heavy fuck. I was really enjoying it and loving every thrust, when I heard a strange voice say “Wow, you got a hot one!” I turned my head and saw we had been joined by another man, in a full suit. “This is my partner Jeff,” Jerry said. “After I get done with you, you can get him a cigar and give him a turn.” Then he burst out a loud “FUCK!” and planted his load. He wound down slowly and finally slipped out. “OK Boy, go get Jeff a cigar!” Jerry said, and I ran off to the humidor. I came back to the front door with another cigar, and gave Jeff a light. As he puffed the cigar to life, I unzipped his pants and got his cock out, and began sucking him up. As soon as he was good and stiff, I turned around and presented my ass to him. He had no problem lining up and getting into me, as I was well lubricated with Jerry’s cum. Now Jerry has a thick cock, and Jeff is thinner, but longer, so he was hitting new spots in my hole. By this time Jerry had shed his clothes, and he returned and stuck his cock in my mouth, so I was getting spit roasted. His cock tasted good, a mix of his cum and my ass juices. Jeff takes a while to cum, so he fucked me well, until he finally blew his load. Then while he took his clothes off, Jerry got back in me and gave me another good ride and load. After that he said we needed to relax and have supper. We were all nude by this time, but I was wearing my harness, as instructed. I had prepared a supper, so we all sat down and had our meal. I was the cook and waiter, and eventually the dish washer. After we had all eaten, both men asked for another cigar, so I was off to the humidor again, and gave both of them a light. After they had sat and read the paper and rested, Jerry suggested we go downstairs and visit the playroom. I had been all over the first floor, but hadn’t opened the basement door. I was surprised to find the basement was a well-appointed adult playroom. There was a leather sling, fuck horse, fuck table and a mattress on the floor. The mattress had a rubber sheet over it. There was a wall covered with every kind of dildo and sex toy imaginable. This was obviously a room that was often used. There were cans of Crisco and lots of paper towels, and several trash containers. But there were not any rubbers. All sex here was raw. “Take your pick!” Jerry said. I decided it would be fun to be ridden on the fuck horse, so I got on it. It fit well. I knelt on the knee supports and laid across the body of the horse, and put my hands on the handles. It was well padded. Jerry had to be first in my ass, and he opened one of the cans of Crisco and greased his cock and gave my ass a greasing, too. Then he easily slid home. Jeff got in front of the horse so I could suck him up. So again I was spit roasted. This was great. It had been a couple of hours, so Jerry took a while before he burst, and then I got to suck him up while Jeff took a turn. Jerry found a bottle of poppers and stuck them under my nose and let me get a nose full, so I relaxed and opened up for Jeff and enjoyed cleaning off Jerry’s cock. After Jeff finally blew, Jerry suggested I try the sling, so I got in it. The sling was nice, thick leather. The chains were padded at the bottom, so a large bottom wouldn’t have chain burns. They told me later that the pads were intended to be used on seat belts. They had the chains on springs, so there was plenty of bounce to the sling. I soon realized that they helped make the sling a pleasant, relaxing place for sex. I thought the head of the sling was down too low, but I was told that was so you could suck up the next top, and Jeff demonstrated as Jerry slid home in my ass. Jeff and Jerry took turns fucking me in the sling. After they had both cum again, they said it was my turn to cum. So they both greased up their hands and took turns on my cock, getting me right to the edge and then trading places, until I finally blew and they tried to catch the shots. What they didn’t catch they wiped up and fed me. When I got out and was getting used to standing up again, we all shared kissing for a while, until we realized how late it had gotten and headed up to bed. I discovered that Jerry has a king size bed for he and Jeff to share, and now it was for three of us, with me in the middle. Jeff is up even earlier than Jerry, so we said good night and quickly fell asleep. I was trying to count loads, and I came up with at least seven loads; pretty good for one day. But then about 2 AM Jerry came back from the bathroom and got on me again, so it was eight. But we had awakened Jeff, so he got on me, and that made nine. Needless to say, I slept well that night. Tuesday I had learned well the day previous, so when I went to bed I had put a silicone plug in my ass. Jerry removed it to fuck me, and he was followed by Jeff. Then I had put it back and gone back to sleep. So I didn’t have to wash the sheets on Tuesday. I did the same as on Monday, simple breakfast, gym routine, read the paper, watched TV. At 4 I took another shower and cleaned out well, and at 5 we had the same routine as they came home. So I had three loads before supper. I could see this was going to become routine. After supper we were relaxing when there was a knock at the door. Jerry opened it carefully, staying behind the door, and let Marshall in. Marshall was in full leather, boots, leather pants, shirt, and coat. He gave the coat to Jerry to hang and came over to admire me. “Nice Boy you got yourselves here; are you sharing him tonight?” Marshall asked. “Sure” Jerry said, “You can do to him whatever you please, but no marks.” I was kind of concerned to hear that. “Great!” Marshall replied, and he began to shuck his boots, pants and shirt. He had on a leather jockstrap that I admired silently, and he removed that to reveal a long dick and a big PA ring, along with lots of other piercings. “Ever had one of these in your ass?” he asked me. “Never have, but I’m sure I will” I responded. “You are quite correct!” Marshall said. “Shall we get started?” he asked. “I think we should go down to the playroom” Jerry said. So we all went downstairs. “First thing you need to suck my dick” Marshall said, so I got on the mattress, on my knees, as he stood on the floor. Now getting that big a ring in my mouth was not easy, and I still had to suck the cock. I was practically swallowing the ring as he got stiff. It was really too much for me, and I think he knew that. “How about I take the ring off so you can suck me better?” “Yeah, please.” Then I could easily suck him up. “OK, into the sling” said Marshall, so I got in as he put the ring back in place. I was glad to see he used the Crisco on his cock, and the ring, and my ass. Getting the hardware in place took a bit. Jerry and Jeff had fired up cigars and were smoking as they watched me, to see how I handled the situation. Once Marshall got the ring in my hole, then he could easily fuck me. It was interesting to feel the ring in my ass as he fucked me. It was definitely different. Marshall takes a long time to cum, so he fucked me for what seemed like 20-25 minutes, and then said it was time for Jerry and Jeff, both of whom were pleased to take his place. As usual, Jerry went first, and then Jeff. Their cum and the pounding fucks made it easier for Marshall to get his cock and ring in and to finally blow his wad. By this time, I was a pool of sweat, so they let me out of the sling and let me lie on the mattress for a time. I was surprised that Marshall was next in the sling, but Jerry and Jeff took it as usual. They both greased up their hands and arms, and then turned their attention to Marshall, and greased up his ass. Jerry and Jeff both fucked Marshall, but neither of them blew in his ass; they were just getting him opened up enough to be able to take their fists. Both of them fisted him; Jerry didn’t last too long, but Jeff really dug in deep and took a while. As Jeff was taking his time fisting Marshall, Jerry cleaned off his hands and got another cigar and lit it, and he gave one to me. He told me that as long as I was going to be living in the mist of cigar smoke, I might as well learn to smoke one. He showed me how to clip the end and draw slightly on it, and how to light the cigar and suck smoke through it. You sip it like a soda, and you don’t inhale it, you just savor it in your mouth and then expel it slowly. I had to cough from it at the start, as I was getting used to it. Jerry explained that some men smoke a cigar like a cigarette, inhaling it, and that takes strong lungs. Many cigars are quite strong, so it is best to just sip it gently, and savor it slowly. Once I got the hang of it, I was doing well. While I smoked, Jerry greased up his hand and my dick, and slowly got me to blow, but this time he made sure to have his mouth over my cock when I blew, and he snowballed the cum and shared it with me as we kissed. Jeff finally wore Marshall out and got his rocks off fisting him, so he got out of the sling and rested on the fuck horse for a minute, and then we all went upstairs and showered. There were four of us in there at one time, so there was a lot of fun play, but we did get the Crisco cleaned off hands, dicks and asses. Then Marshall got dressed and said goodnight and were alone and ready for bed. I was surprised to get the 2 AM fuck from Jerry after all we had been through, and Jeff followed suit. So how many loads was that? I was too tired to count. I put the plug back in my ass and fell back asleep. Wednesday The day began as usual. I woke to an empty house. I had the usual breakfast and lunch, and did the usual gym routine. I read the paper and washed clothes. Only unusual thing this day was that I tried a cigar in the afternoon; I enjoyed it more than I expected. At four I took a shower and got ready. They came home at 5 and I was fucked as I expected. Only change was that I got to smoke a cigar while I was being fucked, just like the other two men. I discovered the cigar was similar in effect to the poppers; it relaxed me and let me open up to the fucking. After supper we retired to the living room to read and relax. I was told that on Wednesday there is no sex scheduled; it was our day off to rest and enjoy ourselves. We all smoked cigars as we rested and read and watched TV. Then we went to bed. However, we did have our usual middle of the night fucking, so I got used a bit; certainly more than I would have enjoyed at home. Thursday Thursday afternoon began at 5 with the usual fucks. Then we had supper. After supper there was a knock, and Jeff answered the door, standing behind it, so he was not seen. It was Jim and Don, two friends that came over to play. Jim and Don looked me over and gave their approval. Jim was the Top and Don the bottom, but they both were admiring my ass, so I bet that Don did occasionally top. After some chat, we adjourned to the playroom, Jim and Don having removed their clothes before they went down. This night was interesting, as there were too many men. Jerry insisted on being first in me, so that was quick and refreshing, and then it was Don’s turn. Don has a huge cock; he calls it a horse cock. It’s not nearly that big, but it is big and thick, and he knows how to use it to wear a bottom’s ass out. It’s a good thing the sling had springs on the chains, as he was really hitting me hard, and at times he took the sling back and up with aggressive fucks. I did get to see Jeff and Jerry using Don in the background on occasion, but not often enough. I had more than enough to deal with being Don’s bottom. I’m sure if Don had a PA like Marshall did, my ass would have been bloody from the rough fucking. But he did finally blow his wad, and then he let me get out of the sling to collapse on the mattress. Jim was being fucked on the horse, but when I vacated the sling, he got in and Jeff and Jerry both gave him loads. When they were done, we all ended up on the mattress, tired and happy. Jim asked me if I ever fucked, and I told him I had in the past, but I much more enjoyed bottoming. He asked me if I could fuck him, and I had not blown yet, so I thought I could. He got on the horse while the others were talking on the mattress, and after he had sucked me up, I slid home on several loads of thick cum. It was good being able to fuck a man that had cum in his ass; it makes the best lube. He was an easy fuck, but I think the best thing was that I got my rocks off in an ass that night. After I blew, Jeff and Jerry wanted him again, and Don was after me, so I was back in the sling and Jim was fucked on the horse. Luckily this second round was not as long as the first, or as rough. We were all glad to be done. This time we took turns in the shower, Jim and Don first, and then the three of us. By the time we were clean, they were dressed and ready to leave. So we all kissed everyone goodbye and they left and we went to bed. I found it hard to believe that Jerry was on me again at 2, followed by Jeff, but I just thought it was becoming routine now. How many loads was that? I couldn’t begin to count. The plug went back in my ass and I fell quickly asleep again. Friday I woke to an empty house again. At least I didn’t have to wash the sheets, but I was getting tired of the butt plug. Luckily I had brought a set of three, and had moved up to the middle size one after Don wore my ass out last night. I had the usual breakfast and lunch, workout and reading. At 4 I got ready for the men to come home and at 5 I got fucked after bringing them cigars and again got to enjoy smoking one while I got fucked. I was told that after supper we were having company, more than the night before. Shortly after supper, we had a knock on the door and three men came in. At least this time we would have even couples. Two of the men came in smoking their own cigars, so I knew we were in for some smoky fun this evening. The smokers were Alex and Steve; the non-smoker was Mark. They all had to have a look at me, as they shed their clothes. Alex and Steve were Tops, and Mark was a Bottom. When we all were naked, we headed down to the playroom. This time it was Alex and Steve on me and Jeff and Jerry got Mark. Mark selected the horse, so I was in the sling again. I sucked Alex and Steve up, and they took turns fucking me for a while, one getting sucked while the other fucked. I think they were partners with Mark, but that was never made clear. They seemed to be trying to outdo each other on me. I thought Don had been a strong Top, but here were two men trying their best to prove which was the better Top. I was in heaven, happy to be their bottom. After Steve and Alex had blown in me, I was released from the sling. I saw that Mark had been well used by Jerry and Jeff. So we traded places, Mark in the sling and I on the horse. Jeff and Jerry seemed to be tired, but they both fucked me well while the two worked over their boy. When we were released again, we all rested while the men fired up their cigars. Mark said I looked like a great bottom, and I said he must be doing all the right things as well. Then he surprised me by asking if he could fuck me. I didn’t think he would ever want to, but I said sure, and I got on the horse and sucked him up. He greased up his little cock and put it in me. I was so full of cum that I doubted he could even know he was fucking me, but he tried his best, and I guess he did eventually cum. I had so much cum in my ass I couldn’t tell. The men had realized we were up, and they decided it was time for round #2, so I was put on the horse for Steve and Alex, and Mark was in the sling for Jeff and Jerry. Again the two men were rough and trying to outdo each other, but we’d all had our fun, and this was just for the last time, so they eventually wore down and finally planted their final loads. This time we showered in couples, Alex and Steve, Mark and myself, and then Jeff and Jerry. By the time we were all done, they were dressed and ready to leave. We kissed them all goodbye and hit the sheets. I found it difficult to believe Jerry could be on me after all the fucking we had been through this night, but at 2 AM he gave me a load, followed by Jeff. I put the medium butt plug back in, and thought I’d be ready for the large one tomorrow night. Saturday This day we all awoke about the same time, in the same bed. After some preliminary kissing and making out, my butt plug was removed and Jerry and Jeff had the first fuck of the morning, followed by both of them sucking me off, and the three of us snowballing it around. Then we all had to shower, and I decided it was time to wash the sheets and mattress pad. While I did that, Jeff and Jerry had to clean up the playroom and get it ready for tonight. Tonight we were hosting the regular monthly bareback party. This had been planned long before I was part of the group. We had a light lunch and supper, and at 8 PM the crowd began to appear. They had invited 30 men, so 15 showed up, the usual for a gay event. This time I didn’t get all the names. I just learned who were the Tops and who were the bottoms, and how to stay away from the more aggressive types. Every spot in the basement was used, and the upstairs rooms, too. It was like we had fucking going on all over the place, a real orgy. And all of it was raw fucking, of course. Now I was the new person in this show, so I was the favored person to be fucked by every top. Shortly after we began I was selected and told to get in the sling. Then I was fucked relentlessly by every Top that wanted me at that time. I think I was in the sling for over an hour. I lost count of the number of men that fucked me and the number of loads I took. When I finally got out, I had cum running down the back of my legs. I couldn’t close my ass from all the fucking I had endured. I laid down on the mattress and inserted the largest plug I had, and found it barely fit. But at least for right now, I was keeping the loads I had in place. As I was lying there, I was joined by one of the bottoms from the event. He told me that several were going to gang up on one of the Tops and get him to bottom for them. I told him more power to them, I’ll join in, but not right at this moment. So in about ten minutes we heard the ruckus as one Top was put into the sling, and several lined up to get in him. There was a discussion about who had the biggest cock, and it turned out to be me. Now this Top was obviously at least occasionally versatile, as once he got in the sling, he was ready for some action. So I greased up and got to be #1 in the line to fuck the Top. It didn’t take long for me to penetrate him, and shortly I was enjoying the first fuck this Top had had in a while. His ass was tight and I enjoyed him, and it was obvious that I was not going to last too long. So I made a big show of planting my load when I blew. I was quickly followed by two other bottoms, and we gave the Top three loads. After that I went back to my mattress. Eventually everyone tired out, and it became a group of eight, and then six, and I took the last load of the evening. Then just the three of us were left to clean up. I was exhausted, so I did as little as I could, and then fell into bed. For the first time in a week, we slept the night through. Sunday We woke in the same bed, just like the day before. This day began a little differently. We each used the bathroom to piss and returned to bed and we all went back to sleep for a little while. Then we felt more like fucking. I pulled out the big plug and let Jerry have my abused ass, and he was rather tender for a change, as was Jeff. Then I got to clean up and make us a big breakfast, and we all sat and rested for a time. Then Jeff brought in three cigars, and we had a good time just smoking and chatting and being friends. Eventually it was time for lunch, but we let that go by and settled for a brunch lunch about suppertime. Jerry lit up a cigar and gave me and Jeff one each, and we all got to hear his review of my work as his Boy. He said that I took all the Tops well and did some good topping when I had to. So he was very pleased, and proud to say that if I was willing to stay, he would be happy to have me as his (and Jeff’s) Boy. I told them I was happy to hear this, and I surely did enjoy the sex I had and would enjoy in the future. I needed to let my employer know, which would take some time, and I had to get out of an apartment lease, which would take some time, and I had a lot of stuff that would need to find a place. So it wasn’t as easy as it seemed, but it was possible. I told them I would need some time to think it through and figure it all out. But until that time, I hoped I would be able to have them fuck me as often as possible. They agreed and when we finished our cigars, we had a long and exciting goodbye fuck, with the hope that soon it would be a regular everyday fuck. Jerry Prince RawTopDad

I love feeling like a sleazy slut as some anonymous top breeds my hole, especially if he is one of many. I can remember the first time feeling that way was in the much lamented Club New Orleans (my home away from home, god damn I miss that place). I was perched on the edge of the bed in one of those tiny rooms, on all fours crouched low so this somewhat short stocky guy could fuck me. He was probably in his mid fifties, kinda homely with a body that was well muscled but getting a bit soft. Had a fantastic cock though. I like em average and thick. I think I met him at a gloryhole. He took me back to his room. We never talked, just me sucking his meat then bending over. I felt like such a sleaze letting this ugly dude bareback my hole and it felt great. I often wack off thinking about it. Of course gloryholes are great for feeling this way. I am always happy to back my lubed up hole to one and see who will take advantage. One of my favorite memories is of this guy who was fucking me through a gloryhole and all I could see of him was his feet under the partition. He would go up on his toes everytime he thrust. That was so hot to watch! Give me a bottle of poppers and I could spend hours with my ass or face pressed up to a gloryhole. On the flip side one of the best fucks (me as top) I can remember was at a gloryhole in Club Z in Seattle. I fucked some guy with the sweetest hole I have ever had. Have no idea what he looked like. I have a suspicion it might have been this old troll that used to come into the store I worked at cuz he was lurking around the play area the same time I was. Man oh man did his sphincter feel amazing. It really worked my load out. I tried to make it last but that was not an option. Then there is the public sling. Got lots of those stories. Many a man has bred my hole in many a sling. Now that will really make you feel like a cumdump whore. So guys what makes you feel like a sleazy whore? Do you enjoy it? Ever regret it?

I was horny as hell last night so I put an ad up looking for someone to seed my ass. Since I can't really host, I decided to do an anon scene in the backyard. Within a few minutes of the ad going up, I had a response from a guy who wasn't far off and understood the ad, that I was just a hole to get off in, no pics and shit needed. He agreed to come over, so I went into the backyard, to the spot I had told him, and bent over with my shorts pulled down so my ass was exposed. After a few minutes, I heard some leaves crunching and a hand on my ass. I heard him undoing his pants, so I reached back and stroked his cock to hardness. Once he was ready he pushed me over more and aligned his bare dick with my hole. About five minutes of pumping and he was ready to blow. He went balls deep and I felt his dick throbbing as he blew several jets of sperm into my hole. After he was done, he just zipped up and left. I went back inside and jerked off, my ass full of cum and I had no idea whose it was.

A lad I met on Craigslist is again back from University, and on Tuesday afternoon I received a text from him, suggesting we hook-up. As is usually the case, I received his text just before midnight -- late enough for his Mum to have gone up to bed. This was to be our third meeting, each of which having been separated from the preceding by a couple of months. This time, he left the door on the latch, and when I let myself in I found him naked, on his knees with his eyes closed. In silence I put the blindfold on him, and restrained his wrists behind his back. "What do you say, boy?" I asked as I unbuttoned my jeans. "Please feed me your cock, Daddy" came the reply. "Good boy." I said as I pushed my bulging jock towards his mouth and nose. He inhaled deeply, and started to lick my throbbing bulge through the fabric. I freed my cock, and slapped his face with it a couple of times whilst his tongue bathed my balls and shaft. I pulled back and teased him running the steel ball closure of my PA over his lips. His tongue darted out to taste my cock head and slowly I fed him more until he was sucking nicely. Whilst he was showing his enthusiasm orally, my hands were busy roaming over his body paying attention to his sensitive nipples and massaging his head as well as occasionally applying a bit of pressure to feed him more, and encouraging him verbally by suggesting "Yeah, you like being Daddy's little cocksucker, don't you boy?" A nod and the way his tongue sped up in probing my cock head was all the reply I needed. "Good boy," I told him as I removed the blindfold and we made eye contact for the first time since just before Christmas when I took his 22 year old cherry. His mouth and tongue were getting me close so I lifted his face off my cock and dribbled a long line of saliva down in to his mouth before kissing him deeply. I helped him stand up, and after another kiss, moved down to his nipples, licking, sucking and gently biting each in turn before I dropped to my knees and swallowed the entire length of his boi-cock in one go making him moan. I took a second to get a couple of fingers wet before resuming his blowjob whilst reaching through his legs to that cute pert bum I'd stretched before, and probed at his hole - gently but firm... Before too long I'd removed the wrist restraints and had him bent over the sofa arm, whilst I was behind him and positioned so my tongue could follow my fingers in making him moan, and soon enough he was begging for it "Fuck me Daddy." "You want my cock in your hole again boy? "Yeah...." "Ask nicely then." "Please fuck my tight hole with your awesome cock Daddy!" "Good boy." It was only his second time, so I was generous with the lube, and took my time getting inside so he'd get used to it and not make too much noise that might wake his mother. Once he had had time to adjust I slowly inched my way in, beginning a gentle rocking motion, that gradually increased the length of each thrust into and withdraw from his hole. Soon he was moaning softly and telling me how he loved being Daddy's little slut. In return I told him how much I loved fucking my special little slut boy, and how good his smooth ass looked with my cock alternately disappeared to it, and re-appearing with each exiting movement as I worked the full length in and out of him. The feeling was incredible: his chute still tight, yet also familiar now, warm and embracing my cock with every thrust. I picked up the pace a little as we were both fucking harder but soon had to back off a bit so as to not cum too soon. I hadn't cum since CumUnion the previous weekend so my balls contained a good nine day load built up which burst out and sprayed on his hole and butt cheeks, before I fucked some of it back in to him, and held there for a few moments as I softened a little. After I licked up some traces of my cum that remained on his smooth arse. It was, as I expected, very sweet. I scooped up a bit that had dripped on to the sofa and fed him some before licking my fingers clean. Then I swallowed his precum covered cock and in just a couple of strokes he unloaded in my mouth. I swallowed most of it but saved a little to snowball with him. After a quick clean up I gathered my bits and dressed. As I was about to leave he kissed me goodbye saying "Thank you, Daddy." "Good boy."

Hey everybody, I'm glad you guys are digging the story. I've got plenty more where this came from with this storyline if you're into it. Hope you enjoy part 2! So, a few weeks passed after Mr. James fucked me silly in the back of my grandmother’s office. Things returned to normal for the most part, but every time my cock would get hard, I’d think about Mr. James and what he did. Late at night, I would lay in my bunk bed and fantasize about going to the bathhouse with him. I thought about rolling with him and how good it would feel. That always got my hole to twitch. And then there was my hole. Mr. James had called it a pussy, and I’d never really thought of it that way. When he did at first, I was kind of grossed out, but the more I would rub my fingers around it, the hungrier it got to have his cock again, and I thought that maybe he knew more than I did about this. Maybe I did have a pussy after all. But most of all, I thought about his cum. For the whole rest of the day that he’d fucked me, I’d felt it inside all wet and sticky trying to ooze out my battered hole. And when I got home I found my favorite makeshift dildo and went to town smearing his nut as deep inside me as I could get it. I’d always used condoms before, and I was such a stickler about not wanting to catch anything, but during those late night moments in bed, I knew I needed more of his cum shooting inside me. It was just a matter of time. Finally, I worked up the courage to use the number I kept in my wallet. I bit down my nerves, and gave him a call. My heart was pounding, and I sat with my legs crossed to squeeze down my hardon as the phone rang. The other line picked up and a gruff male voice answered. “Uh, Mr. James?” “Oh, hiya, kiddo! How’s the day treating ya?” he said, immediately switching to that oversized cartoon voice he always used with me. “I’m good,” I said, and that seemed to be the extent of the words that would come out of my mouth at that point. “Oh, good, good. Have you been thinking about what we talked about last time I saw you?” “Yessir.” “Ah, well, then I’m glad you worked up the balls to say something. I’ve always said you can do amazing things if you put your mind to it, little buddy.” A shiver went through me when he said this, like some kind of horny premonition. I chuckled softly, but the silence came right back. “Well tell you what, why don’t we make this easy. What are you doing Friday night?” “Nothing.” It was two days away, and my dick ached at the thought of having to wait that long. Mr. James knew what he was doing, though, so I needed to follow his lead. “Good. Why don’t you swing by my place around 7. We’ll get ready and get a little relaxed and see where things go from there, how does that sound?” “Great,” I said, my voice cracking with a bit of relief. I cleared my throat and thanked him. He gave me his address, and we got off the phone. My whole body was flushed with horniness. I’d done it. I was about to do it, try something I’d never thought I would. It was going to be a long wait until Friday. The day finally came, and I made sure I was showered up and as ready for anything as I could have possibly been. I put on a black t-shirt, my tightest white briefs, and my baggiest jeans, and drove to his house. The drive took over an hour, and I was scared shitless the whole way, but there wasn’t much in the world that could keep me from having an adventure with Mr. James that night. I managed to pull up in front of his big stone-worked house right at 7. My legs shook when I got out of the car, and my hands were trembling uncontrollably. I could have called it all off right then, but I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. Mr. James answered almost right away wearing nothing but a musty looking red jock and black motorcycle boots. I guess I should have realized this before, but he was one hairy guy. His entire 6’1 frame was covered in dark hair, and the jock sagged with the heaviness of his bulge. Right above the waistline on his jock was a tattoo of a biohazard symbol like you’d see in a doctor’s office. It looked so cool! “Hiya, little buddy. Your evening awaits,” he said with a little mock bow ushering me inside. I chuckled and stepped through the door. He had a big living room to the right with several comfy looking sofas and a big coffee table with a weird looking glass pipe on top of it. “Come on, get comfortable. No need to be shy here, kiddo.” He took a hold of my hand and drew me in for a gentle kiss. I melted into him as he unbuckled my pants. I was losing myself in his kiss while he was working my shirt up toward my head. He laughed a bit and pushed be back. “Hold on, partner. Let’s get you undressed and then we can get to business. We’ve got all night.” I pulled my shirt off and stepped out of my jeans and Mr. James let out a gasp. “White briefs? My beautiful boy, how did you know they were my favorite? Let’s just keep those on you. Now where were we?” He pulled me in again, and I opened my mouth ready to take in his big man-sized tongue. He came in close but stopped short of actually kissing me, holding my head in his hand and reaching up to cup one of my boy boobs in the other. I grunted a bit, sensitive about my doughy body. “Mmmm, such a beautiful boy. I love your body,” he said, as he made little circles around my nipple with his thumb. I couldn’t help but blush. No one had ever said that to me before, and I knew I’d do anything I could to make Mr. James happy. At first the nipple play felt just like touching any other part of me, but soon I felt this pulsing building in my nipple and moving straight down to my ass. The more he tweaked and massaged, the more on fire I became. He gave it a good pinch, and I let out a little whimper looking into his eyes that had become like steel. Then he kissed me deep and hard before I could protest, and I felt myself give over to him. After a few minutes, he pulled away. The front of his jock was tented and wet. He took a finger and dabbed at the precum oozing through fabric and brought it to his lips with a smack. “Tell you what, why don’t we go relax a bit and plan out the night.” I followed him over to the living room, where we plopped on couches opposite one another. “Do you smoke?” he asked. “Cigarettes?” I asked, worried about a lecture coming on. Mr. James just laughed his funny cartoon laugh. “No, silly boy. I’m not talking about cigarettes. Have you ever heard of Tina?” I shook my head no. “What does it do?” I asked nervously. I’d smoked pot a time or two, but never anything harder than that “Well, that’s a good question, kiddo. You see it makes everything a little brighter, a little better. You feel a bit like a superhero to be honest, and it makes sex the best thing you’ll ever experience in your life.” “Oh. Oh wow.” “Yes, wow. And what I happen to have here in this very pipe is grade A Tina just for us, little buddy. Tell me, do you want to unlock the pig boy I saw inside you the other day?” I nodded slowly. “Yes. Please, Mr. James. I want you to show me how.” “Ok, kiddo, let me show you how it goes,” he said with his characteristic goofy flair. “This here is a pipe. Now I assume you’ve smoked before, but not quite like this, am I right?” I nodded. “That’s my boy! See you’re already halfway there. Now this is how it’s done. I’m going to light this torch here, and when the crystals start to melt it’s going to get all smoky inside, and that’s where those pretty little bow lips come in.” I couldn’t help but let out a giggle. I couldn’t believe I actually giggled. “Once that smoke gets going I want you to suck in light and steady until I tell you to stop. You got it? Can you do that? I knew you could. Ok, let’s get started.” Just like he said, he lit the torch and the crystals melted. Whispy smoke filled the bowl, and he offered me the pipe. I wrapped my lips around the end and started sucking slowly. I kept going for what seemed like forever, until I was about to burst, when he told me I could stop. I let out a huge cough a giant cloud of smoke. That stuff tasted just awful, but immediately I felt as if I’d found a power up in a video game. I felt stronger, the light seemed brighter, and it seemed like my whole body was humming, particularly my pink little hole. He gave me some encouragement, and we passed the bowl back and forth a few times until I was flying high. He set the pipe down on the coffee table with one of his little chuckles, raised his arms above his head and flopped down into the cushions of the sofa. Both boots were flat on the floor so his bulge was thrust up obscenely, and I had no trouble seeing that he was rock hard. “So, little buddy, how you feeling? Isn’t this stuff great?” He looked at me with what seemed like love and mischief. The Mr. James I’d always known, but so much more. “Oooooh yeaaaaaaaah.” We both laughed, and he adjusted his leaking bulge. “So, you liked it when I opened up your pussy the other day, huh?” My expression changed, and he took notice. “Aw, you don’t like your pretty little hole getting called a pussy? You don’t like your little boy butt getting called a pussy, is that it?” He said playfully, reaching over to my couch to tickle me. “Mr. Jaaaames!” I laughed. “Well that’s what it is, kiddo, a pussy,” he said, leaning back into the super chilled out position he was in before. “A bright beautiful pussy, and I’m going to do everything I can to convince you. Ok?” “Ok, I guess.” “You guess? Do you trust me, buddy?” “Yes,” I said, without a second thought. “Are you willing to do anything I ask? All we want to do tonight is make each other feel good.” He had this intensity that I’d never seen before. His eyes were gleaming. I felt like I was about to sell my soul or something. I thought for a bit. Everything I wanted was just a word away. My senses were reeling. It all felt too vivid to be real, but it was. “Yessir, I’m ready.” “That’s all I needed to hear. I knew you would be just a perfect boy for me, little buddy. I’ve always known since the first day I laid eyes on you when you were a little thing. All you need to do is let go, little buddy. Enjoy the ride, and I promise we’ll have an amazing adventure together." With that, packed us another bowl and laid back on his couch in the reclining position, thrusting out his crotch. “Why don’t you come here and sit on my lap, kiddo,” he said patting his leg. Wordlessly, my ears thumping in my head and my skin all tingly from the Tina, I went over to him and straddled his pelvis. He let his cock loose from his jock, and I felt it thwack against my underwear clad butt. Feeling his dick touch me brought be back to my senses with a shock, and I moaned. I couldn’t wait to get that monster back inside me, stretching me, filling every little bit of me up with cock. “That’s it, kiddo, just let go.” He rubbed his hands all over my body, resting on my ass. Without a pause, he ripped them open, leaving a gaping hole in the back. I moaned and scooted my ass back to get his cock closer to my hole. Mr. James spread apart my lily white cheeks, propped his cock up against my hole and grabbed the pipe next to him. “I don’t think you’re quite ready for my cock just yet,” he said as he lit the torch. “I wanna see you positively fucked up, kiddo,” he said with a wink. I took in a deep hit and felt my hole loosening around his cock, bit by bit. His thick head made an indentation in my sphincter. The smoke lit me up inside, and suddenly all I could focus on was the tightness slipping from my hole and how much I wanted his cock buried deep inside me. “That’s it,” he said. “Good boy. Let the smoke take you over. Let it let you give me that pussy, little buddy. Yeah, open up for Mr. James. Open up real wide.” His head popped in me with a jolt, and we both gasped. He got me to take another big hit, and my head was spinning like crazy. I started to sink down on his cock and he took one of my nipples into his mouth and started slurping. My mouth hung open and I moaned loudly, catching myself, but burying my hole on his 7 inch cock right down to the root. “Yeah, baby boy, that’s it. Let yourself go. Make any kind of noise you want while you take my cock,” he said. My hole was feeling really jittery, and it seemed like Mr. James’s cock was the only thing that could make it go away. I slid up on his shaft so just the head was left inside me and made little swirls with my hips. Mr. James bit down on my tit and I slid all the way down on his shaft. He reach up a hand and began tweaking my other nipple as he sucked, and my hole twitched along with him. My head thrashed around wildly. Out of control. That connection between my nipples and my hole was like a full blown electric current now. I was in a frenzy for cock. For cum. He touched my face with one hand and moved me back to make eye contact. I could barely focus on him, but I saw his big goofy smile and all seemed well again. “Hey, kiddo, look at me. Look at me. There you go. That’s my boy. I think you’re ready now. Show me how much you want me to take over that pussy, kiddo. Ride my cock and show me.” I took in a deep, shuddering breath. Mr. James was right, I did feel like a super hero. A super hero built for fucking. I grabbed at his cock with my hole and rotated my hips. I felt his precum oozing into me, and all I wanted was more. So I raised myself up, sank all the way down and began milking his cock for all I was worth. Root to tip and back again. Mr. James let out a low, unrestrained grunt. “That’s good, baby boy. Show me how much you want my cock.” He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I leaned back into his cock. It stretched me from a whole new angle and for a second I thought I would burst. I felt a sharp pain, but nothing was too good for Mr. James, so I bit my lip and ground into him until all I felt was his cock filling me up. I bounced myself on him, increasing my pace. The more I bounced, the better it felt, and soon I was jackrabbiting myself on his steel hard cock, and he started playing with my titties. “Tell me how much you love your pussy, kiddo. Tell me.” “I love it Mr. James. I love my pussy, and I looooove your cock. Please. Please. Please. Oh, fuck I love my pussy. Thank you for making me feel good. Thank you for—“ He crushed his mouth against mine, and took control. He held me against him and pounded into me so hard I thought my pussy would rip open. I tried to tighten up to protect myself, the ferocity he fucked me with ripped away any control I might have had. Panting there against his chest, I felt a spot deep in my pussy Mr. James was hitting. pleasure radiated from that spot to my whole body, and I felt myself start to shake. Mr. James kept fucking me hard and deep and relentless. “Give it to me. Give me that pussy, baby boy. Give it up.” And I did. The pleasure took me over. My muscles twisted up in knots as our bodies slapped together ratcheting up the tension in my pussy more and more with each thrust until everything holding me back seemed to burst open and I let out a primal yell like I’d never imaged I could make. I held onto Mr. James for dear life as wave after wave of pleasure shot through me. I shook uncontrollably. “Ilovemypussyilovemypussyilovemypussy…” was all I could say. “Let that pussy cum, baby. Just let it happen. This is why you give your pussy to men, because they can make it cum for you. As the waves subsided I felt him flex his cock inside me over and over. What I imagined as a river of precum was flowing right into my pussy, and I couldn’t be happier. I collapsed onto Mr. James’s chest a sweaty mess, and he wrapped me up in is arms, kissing the top of my head. The front of my ripped white briefs were soaked, but it didn’t feel like cum. I reached down to touch myself. It definitely wasn’t cum. “Don’t worry about your boy-clit right now, baby boy. Your clitty hasn’t cum yet. That’s just a fuckload of precum.” I was still catching my breath, and Mr. James held me tight against his chest while I did, making big circles against my skin with one hand. And he never stopped grinding his fat dick into my new pussy, painting my insides with his fuck juice while he made cooing shooshy noises at me. “How did that feel, little buddy, did it feel good?” he said in a low, comforting voice. “Mmmmore please,” was all I could get out since my head was still buzzing so fast. Mr. James laughed really loud and I felt his cock flex inside me. That made me giggle. “Well that was really hot to watch, kiddo. You done good. Just thinking about is making me leak like a faucet in your little pussy right now.” He tickled me a bit, and I giggled some more and flexed my hole around his cock. “I know, I can feel it. It feels soooooo gooooood, Mr. James.” “It does, does it?” “Yeah. Wanna feel you cum in me.” “Oh-ho! Do you now? Well why don’t you lean back, baby boy. Let’s talk for a bit. Here, why don’t you suck on this pipe for a little bit.” “Oh, Mr. James, I don’t think I should. I’m real fuckeded up.” “Ha! I know you are, baby boy. But nearly high enough for Mr. James. You don’t want to disappoint me now, do you?” Of course I didn’t, so I settled all the way down on his cock, brought the pipe to my lips and sucked while he held up the torch. “Do you see this tattoo here, kiddo?” he said, pointing to the biohazard tattoo just above his jock line. “Do you know what it means?” “Biohazard,” I said, and he smiled his big goofy smile. “Biohazard, that’s right. And do you know what it means when a man has a biohazard tattoo, little buddy?” I shook my head no. “Well, it means that he’s HIV positive,” he said in this very school teacher kind of way. I tensed up immediately and let out a big cloud of smoke. It couldn’t be true! This couldn’t be real. I started feeling afraid, so I clenched my pussy around Mr. James’s cock and ground myself against him to make myself feel better. Mr. James just nodded and lit the pipe again. “Now I know that’s a bit of a shock, isn’t it.” “Yeah…” “But you trust me, don’t you?” he said, taking the pipe away. “Of course I do, Mr James. Always.” He took a wrist in each hand and brought my arms down against my sides. “Well then I’m going to tell you a little secret, ok? Ok? Tonight, baby boy, I’m going to give you HIV. Hush! No, no, no, you’re not going anywhere now, kiddo.” He said and held me tight. I couldn’t get away if I tried. “Hey, hey, kiddo, you want my cock don’t you?” I nodded yes. “And you want my cum, don’t you? Again, I nodded. “But you don’t want my HIV, do you?” I shook my head no, tears gathering in my eyes. “Well, they’re a package deal, kid. Do you want my cock?” He used my arms as leverage to impale me even deeper on his thick fuck stick. “Yeeeesss!” I cried out. “Do you want me to pull out? Do you want me to stop?” “No, please no!” “I could if you want, little buddy.” “Don’t do it Mr. James. I need your cock in my pussy!” “Well, ok. If that’s what you want, buddy, I’ll keep my cock in you. But if I do you this favor, then I’m gonna have to coat the inside of that little pussy of yours with my toxic cum, ok? It’s only fair.” I huffed a bit, but in that moment, I needed his cock more than anything else on earth. “It’s only fair, kiddo.” He said in a matter-of-fact tone. “Ok.” I said quietly. “That’s settled then. Now let’s get you into position. Here, get your hands on the floor, but keep your little but propped up on the couch.” I did as he asked. Withdrawing his cock from my ass took a bit of coaxing, but I got into position, ass pointed toward the ceiling and hanging a bit off the couch, while I propped myself up on the floor. I rested my head on the carpet. Mr. James got on either side of my ass and squatted, pointing his dick right at the entrance to my pussy, but just holding it there. “Alright, kiddo. Get that pussy ready to get pounded.” With that, he shoved his entire dick inside me and I let out an animal howl into the carpet. “Yeah, you like my fat poz cock, don’t you?” He said as he mercilessly pounded my pussy. All I could do was let out a long moan that vibrated with the impacts of his thrusts. “You like my cock. It’s better than any cock you’ve ever had in your life, boy, and do you know why?” he said, pushing my lower back to grind my face in the carpet. “Because this is a poz cock, and they always feel better. Don’t they?” I moaned my ascent. “Don’t they,” he said. I twisted my neck around to look at him. “Yes. Yesssss.” “Good, now tell me what you want.” “Your big. Poz. Cock. Mr. Jaaaaaaaaaaggghhhhhhhhh—“ he really started pounding and it co “And that poz cum?” “Gimme your poz cummmmmnnnnnnnn” “Here it cums, baby boy.” He thrust himself into me so hard my face skidded on the carpet. His cock swelled to twice its normal thickness stretching my pussy to the limit. He let out a deep yell and I felt every jet he sprayed my insides with rope after rope after rope of thick cum. I squeeze down to milk every drop. With his cock still embedded in me he pushed me off the couch like a plow and laid himself down on my back. I could feel his cum oozing deeper inside me, and it was the best feeling in the world. “You’re going to be my poz baby boy, aren’t you?” I honestly didn’t know what he was talking about, but as long as I had his cock in my hole, any cock, I would be just fine. “Now what do you think about that bathhouse?” I let out a tired, but excited yay, punching the air with a weary fist. Mr. James laughed. “Great, but first we need to rid of all this nasty hair. You’re too pretty to be that hairy.” I agreed, and my hole twitched in anticipation.

The leather bar was crowded with guys in leather or rubber wearing chaps, long and short ones, jocks, different colors of hanky’s and a couple wearing collars. I was more the shy submissive type, but open for erotic scenes with the right person or atmosphere. I was wearing jeans and a T-Shirt, yet still looked cool since I have a nice body, at 6’2, 210 lbs, with a nice bubble butt and 9 inch package, which was hidden in the jeans. After checking the scene trying not to feel uncomfortable, the bartender said, I would have more fun in a hot outfit, so why not check-out the store in the back; he was nice enough to give me a 50% discount card to entice me to go there. After the last sip of beer, I headed to the shop. It was the usual; kind of small with 2 rows of fetish clothes, toys from the small to XL dildo’s & plugs, masks, blindfolds, magazines, lubricants, restraints and so on. I walked about, checked a few prices and admired one of the largest dildos. The sales clerk was hot looking dressed in black rubber chaps, jock, and rubber tank top. He came over to chat and check out what interested me, asking if I liked big toys with a smile. I said yeah, but probably not this big. You never know if you do not try, and asked if I liked anything else in the store. He noticed I liked what he was wearing and eyed me up and down; I think I can find something that would fit you and your character he said. He stated it would be the perfect outfit for me. He saw my hesitation and nervousness and walked to the door and closed it. Smiled and led me to a row of rubber clothes. He picked the short thigh high chaps with two brown stripes down the sides. He convinced me to try them with a bit of protest. The changing area was in the corner with a 3 sided mirror and no curtain. Standing naked, my totally smooth body and shaved cock, balls, and ass surprised him. I had worked my nipples over the years and they were thick and long protruding about a ½ inch. He said I was full of surprises with a wink. He squirted lotion in his hand and massaged my shoulders, back and chest. This helped me slide a very tight rubber tank which only had a small strip of rubber in the middle chest area up to the collar over my head. He chose one which was one size too small which cut under my chest pushing muscle and fat up making it seem as if I had tits and leaving my hard puffy nipples exposed. To finish this off, he pulled more muscle and fat tissue up making more of my tits hang over the tight black rubber tank top. I was getting horny and felt sexy with my cock leaking precum, which he of course noticed. Again the clerk greased his hands and rubbed my thighs and ass, I moaned as his finger hit my hole. The lotion helped the chaps slide up my thighs and fit very snug and under my butt checks. As I looked into the mirror, I could see my bubble butt more pronounced and my tits hanging nice against the black rubber. I liked how white my tits and ass looked against the black rubber. The clerk added a studded rubber collar around my neck and rubber wrist bands with one an orange stripe and the other with a brown stripe. I looked more than hot, but told him I was uncomfortable with the brown and orange strips, which signaled I was into scat and anything goes. He spoke soft and slowly and told me how hot I was, his hands caressed my ass and I slowly bent over. He mentioned how submissive I had become and told me to stay bent over and wait. I could see him in the mirror as he came back holding a fat butt plug with a rubber tube. He was again surprised that the butt plug went into my ass fairly easy, and I moaned loudly to show my pleasure. He began pumping the ball attached to the tube. Instead of inflating I felt hot liquid being squirted in my hole. The plug stayed in my hole as he led me to a chair and told me to sit in a direct manner. I sat down with the plug going in further. He came back with some boots and a rubber jock also with an orange stripe, and asked if I was having fun. The smile on my face said yes, and I felt tingly, warm and relaxed all over. He said my hole could take more than he thought, and I nodded in agreement. As a final touch he had a little dye kit and proceeded to dab my nipple area making a reddish/brown 1.5 inch wide areola. He said it would last 2-3 days even if wet. From another bag he produced a fake tattoo which said PIG and pasted it on my right ass check as I stood up. He said I would make a hot pig slave and asked if I wanted to smoke some T which he had already gave me in my ass. I nodded and we walked to a little storage room where we smoked, or I should say I did. I wanted to stop, but he kept lighting another pipe. I was feeling relaxed and losing all inhibitions as seconds ticked by. He took out the plug and showed me a rubber latex glove. I smiled and bent over to the sounds of latex stretching over his hand and a plastic bottle squirting lube. He handed me some poppers as I felt his fingers at my hole. Normally it takes time to fist me, but he kept the pressure on and pushed hard as I banged forward against the wall. I was gasping and hitting more poppers as his fist past my sphincter. He said to breathe and take and big popper hit. His fist was going half way out and back in as I started to accept and relax. He said to take a deep popper breath up to five seconds, hold it, a repeat 5 times. He counted the popper hits as my head spun. He yanked his fist out and I yelled as he punched it back in hard making me hit the wall in front of me again. He repeated this and after 5 of these hard thrusts his rhythm slowed as he easily fisted me my loose asshole. I was catching my breath and coming down from the poppers as he stopped and he patted my ass. He said he likes sub guys with hungry holes which I took as a compliment. My hole felt the cool air as it stayed a bit open and we shared a few more T hits. I put on my jock, looked at myself in the mirror. Fixed my hair, and was very pleased with orange and brown stripped rubber outfit, tits sticking out with large fat reddish/dark nipples, and a protruding bubble butt. The clerk said the clothes and poppers are on the house, kissed me and put a handful of lube in my ass and said he wanted to dominate me later, I responded with smile and left. I reentered the bar area, walked straight through the crowd, who defiantly noticed a tall guy wearing a collar, pig tattoo with large man tits & nipples and bubble butt looking for attention. The beer tasted good and the bartender complemented me on my outfit, and said love the tits. The rubber tank top pushed them up nice and I could squeeze a large handful. I walked to the side of the bar, leaning a little forward thrusting my ass out. Guys would walk by, pinch it, and a few complimented me on my outfit and colors telling me to follow them to the darkroom downstairs. The T hits took care of my shyness as hands rubbed my butt. As a few fingers found my well lubed hole, they would hmmm and say niicceee and I parted my legs wider, teasing them, moaning as fingers darted over my ass and into my hole. I was amazed how this outfit attracted so much attention. One guy got close to me, whispered in my ear, tongued it, and slowly stuck his long neck beer bottle in my ass, took it out licked it and said he’d wait for me downstairs. I was feeling great, as I walked shaking my ass to the stairs leading to the darkroom. It was dimly lit with a TV showing porn in the far corner. I could barely see shadows of guys. It smelled musky and I could hear butt slapping and heavy breathing sounds. Few guys were on their knees giving blowjobs and others standing against the walls. I walked about and noticed a bed with plastic covers and a few partitions with guys behind them get blow jobs. In the distance I heard more guys coming down stairs. The room was filling up covering what little light there was. I bumped into a sling hanging from the ceiling. It was dark, but I could just see a bit as my eyes adjusted. I stood by the sling taking off my jock and took a few loud hits of poppers which others could hear as I snorted. I felt a hand then a second and maybe a third on my ass, I moaned signaling that I liked it. Other hands pinched my nipples and pulled them hard while I felt a warm mouth on my cock. I said oh yeah, yeah numerous times, moaning, wiggling my ass, opening my mouth as a tongue hit my tongue. Fingers kept going in and out of my hole, sometimes 1, 2, 3, and 4, roughly stretching my hole in the darkness. I was being kissed hard as I felt pressure against my hole and I took a big loud popper hit which signaled I want more. I spread my legs apart and felt a pop as the unknown fist slid up my asshole. Before I knew it I was being raised up with a fist in my ass and placed in the sling; my legs put into stir-ups. I was still moaning and saying yeah, oh yeah. I could see the silhouettes of guys at my side stroking their cocks and the one fisting me. They could hear me taking more popper hits. My hole was making loud sloppy noises as the fister was turning his hand from side to side, in and out. The slings chains were creaking as I was swaying forward and back being fisted slowly. I heard the sound of a squeezed plastic bottle and felt cool lotion all around my hole. Someone stretched my arms back to the side and fastened them to the sling. The stir-ups were moved wider apart allowing better access to my hole. I was completely tied spread eagle at their mercy. My breathing was heavy as I said, poppers, poppers. I felt a capsule under my nose, and the guy said sniff hard which I did, but he said harder and I felt a stinging sensation in my nostril, then another capsule was in my left nostril which I greedily sniff in my hazed state. This was repeated once more when I heard the guy say that ought to do it as he put the T away. My head was held still as a very wet pooper ball was being inserted in each nostril. My head was spinning, I was in a dark haze, breathing heavy and saying oh yeah numerous times as the fister slowly fisted me asshole. My fat nipples were being pulled hard, and two guys were taking turns fisting me, switching left hand to right hand, from slow to fast from punch fisting to slow fisting. The poppers were hitting me hard and I could feel more pressure every second or third punch and then gasped as two fists were jammed in my hole. My body bucked back and forth, they guys told me to breathe slowly while my ass accepts both fists. They also were calling me a pig, squirting more lube in my ass. My nipples were still being pulled as the sling began to move back and forth very slowly. The double fists slowly moved forward and back, only half way out and back in. Stretching my sphincter more than ever and finally the fisting stopped, and the fists were removed. My hole felt the cool air as it stayed partially open. The sling stopped moving, popper balls were taken out of my nose, and I was being kissed forcefully and a warm mouth was on my cock. I was again moaning as a cock entered my stretched out hole. Someone lit a cigarette or a pipe and I could see a long haired tattooed guy fucking my hole and said he had taken T all day and will piss up my hole. Again I felt the warm and tingling sensation. Tied spread eagle to the sling I could not move as two more guys pissed up my hole giving me more T sending my head spinning The sling chains were making noise; instead of being released the front of the sling was being raised at an angle. A light in the distance was turned on, giving a bit more light. I could see a guy taking a large scoop of Crisco and spreading around and in my hole. It felt cool and nice. A pipe appeared in front of my mouth and my balls were squeezed so I inhaled deep and was told to hold it for 30 seconds. This was repeated 3 or 4 times. The smile returned to my face as capsules filled with T was given to each nostril. I was getting off being told what a pig I was as 2 wet popper balls entered my nose again. I opened my mouth wide trying catch a fresh breath of air, but a rubber ball with a strap was placed in my mouth and strapped around my head. This made sure I inhaled poppers with each breath. I could see the grin by the guy smearing large amounts of Crisco and J-Lube from a bottle on my hole. He was grinning as he was lubing his hands and arms. My butt was angled down so he could push straight and up as the sling swayed upwards. I was flying enjoying his fingers. He was telling me to let loose, relax, let the body take it. He was going deep and the poppers were beyond belief. My hole was opening up as he was so gentle. I did not notice he was all the way to the elbow and a bit further as the sling swayed towards him. Others egged him on to fist the pig which turned me on. Pressure increased, but not as before, but I still gasped as his second fist entered my ass. My breathing was very heavy as new wet popper balls were added to each nostril. These popper balls were thicker and stretched my nostrils. Almost immediately my body was bucking and humping his fists. He took this as a signal to give me more. My tits and nipples were being pulled on harder than ever. Of course the guys around were calling me pig, slut pig, cunt, fucking pig whore. I was being punched fisted with two fists and with each sway of the sling my hole accepted more and more of double fisting and my nipples hurt from the stretching. Eventually, my hole gave up resistance and my hole accepted the double fisting with sloppy sounds with each thrust. The noise from farting air, sloppy lube sounds were turning me on and all I could do was moan and meet each thrust. The sling was moving quickly back and forth, as my hole was being abused. My ass was stretching wider as the motion of the sling forced the double fists further in my ass. The onslaught finally stopped and my hole gaped open. Lighters were used to get a good look. I laid my head back, breathing poppers slowly in and closed my eyes. The long haired tattooed guy came back, fingered my sloppy hole, and inserted his fist easily without resistance and he slid his cock along side is hand. He held his cock in my hole while he pissed in my ass while others watched. The Sales clerk was there who whispered in my ear, that I was incredible. The lights came on and he announced it was 4:00 and the bar is closed. A few guys complained, but all slowly went upstairs. I was still hooked in the sling and closed my eyes and enjoyed being naked spread eagle and feeling cool air on my gaping hole. I found out later the sales clerk said he was my master to the guys upstairs and would have a private after hours party for only kinky dominate guys. In essence he pimped me out for $50 for each person that wanted to party. The guys that stayed went into the shop for supplies and come down the stairs. Six guys entered the lit darkroom wearing black rubber masks totally naked. The lights were dimmed, but I could see pretty well, and they looked hot as hell. The clerk came over to me. He also looked hot in the black rubber mask, and said from now on to call him master and I was his slave, who will do anything he says or he would punish me. I said yes master. He unhooked me from the sling, and helped me up. I was shaky, piss and lube was running out of my ass. I was led over to the bed where larger dildo´s awaited my ass. One was very tall, 20inches and 3 inches wide at the top and quickly went to 4 and then 5 inches. I was told to bend over as more lube was added. The dildo was on the floor as I then kneeled on it accepting the upper 3inch wider part easily. I was given a blind fold and left there for a few minutes. I heard the guys tell me to rock up and down, which I slowly did, but only 1 or inches went in and out. My master told me to hold out my arms. I heard other guys light lighters and snort which I assumed was for some T. Master told me I would be buzzing now as I felt a prick in my arm. The rush hit me quickly. A very strong warm sensation, which made we expel my breath. I felt more relaxed and horny than before. The blindfold came off and I heard my Master say to start filming. Here I was, six guys horned up, wearing black rubber masks and me on a fat dildo. As a final touch wet cotton popper balls were stuffed in my nose. Once the rush hit I was humping the dildo, grunting, trying to slide as much as I could down the dildo. The poppers were making my body buck up and down. A cock was stuffed in my mouth which I sucked noisily, gagging as it hit my throat. My mouth switched from cock to cock, grunting. They called me piggy names and I loved it, all the while the dildo was going deeper which I never noticed. Hands would hold the back of my head and they would gag me and throat fuck me. Two guys were fucking the guys I was sucking from behind, hot cum shot in my mouth and Master said to open my mouth to show the cum while they filmed me swallowing. One guy shot his load in the guys ass, and my Master said to eat the load out of the ass. I was grunting like a pig, as a shit covered cock was placed in front of me. I hesitated to suck it as a flogger from my master hit my backside. My mouth opened and the shit covered cock was pushed in. My lips wrapped around the shaft, it tasted bitter, as I cleaned it thoroughly, licking it clean. A hairy ass appeared which smelled of shit and I could see brown smear in the crack. My tongue was out of my mouth ready as I felt a hand on the back of my head pushing me between the dirty hairy crack. The popper balls in my nose hid the smell as I licked deep into the hole. Shit was on my mouth cheeks and chin as I looked up and closed my eyes as hot piss washed my face and I drank as much as I could to wash down any shit in my mouth. I was kneeling as my legs were pulled up and out in front of me. I screamed as my full weight was now on the dildo forcing my hole wider and I slide 5 inches down the shaft. My butt was stretched 5 inches wide and 15 inches deep. The guys were yelling for me to take it, and additional wet popper balls were added in my nose. I was smiling and wiggling my ass as the last inches went in. It was incredible feeling. I was a bit delirious as my Master laid me back on the bed which has plastic sheets. I laid back and the dildo would ease out a few inches, but a masked guy would slide it back in place. My legs were pushed over my head and spread wide apart. A rope from the ceiling came down to tie my legs over my head keeping my ass exposed which was stretched wide with the fully inserted dildo. My Master told one of the guys to go into the store and get the display dildo which he uses as a door stopper. In the meantime the tattooed guy was squatting over my face. I could see his puckered hole and heard the farting as his hole slowly opened. My mouth was open wide as he eased shit out which landed in the back of my throat. I hesitated to swallow until, master hit me with the flogger, but some still eased from my lips to the side of the bed. Master switched punishments and tied my balls tight with a ball stretcher. My balls were compacted and exposed which he abused until I started swallowing shit directly and quickly. The faster I swallowed the less I tasted. The display dildo has a rounded top which was a good 5inches wide, and widened to 6 and 7 inches and was tall as a table; I do not think it was meant to be used as a dildo. Master pulled the dildo out of my ass. It left a huge gaping hole. He asked if anyone need to piss and 3 guys proceeded to piss in my gaping hole. I was more than high and the T piss just added to it. More lube was added to my hole; my hole gave little resistance to my master piston fisting and double fisting me as a warm up for the display dildo. He held the massive dildo with both hands and placed the dildo at my hole and pushed forward and I pushed out, when I stopped pushing out it went in a few centimeters. Other guys were rubbing my stomach, pulling my nipples; the stretch in my hole was not painful, as I was totally relaxed from T and loose. I would grunt and push out numerous times as my master kept the pressure on. The guys were quiet as my hole stretched wider. I totally relaxed my legs apart as the massive dildo was moved 3 inches forward and back. One of the masked guys took the back end of the dildo while my Master kneeled over me with his balls and cock on my nose. I could see his hole puckering as a fart exited. My tongue licked his asshole as he squeezed out a long thick hard log. My mouth opened wide, and the shit filled it completely. He put more popper balls in my nose and told me to bite it off. I sucked on the warm log and bite it and chewed as fast as possible and swallowed a large amount. My legs were still tied wide and back over my head, the massive dildo was rocking back and forth 3-5inches in and out. My hole was adjusting while guys were filming, petting my cock and balls, petting and licking my nipples. Master said good slave while I swallowed the first part of the log and gently patted my forehead and said good slave as my mouth opened for more shit. The tattooed guy mixed a hard T slam which further sent me to the edge. Master got up, picked some shit off the plastic, put it in my open mouth and inserted the rubber ball gag in my mouth and strapped it around my head. He ordered the guys to untie me and pick me up and make sure the dildo stays in my ass, which was only 6 inches in me, to the sling. He turned the music up, gave me more popper balls, and tied my legs spread apart and hands to the sling. The dildo was crotch height and Master held it there as a big strap-on. He moved his hips back and forward, the sling swayed back and forth, my weight in the sling made it come backwards quickly which Master pushed against sending the dildo further in my hole and the sling rocking forward. I was grunting loud and the guys were yelling to take it. My eyes were large; the rubber gag forced me to breathe through the wet popper balls, with each deep breath I was sent to popper heaven. My hole stretched further as the fucking rhythm was increased. Sloppy noises were coming from my ass as he took it all out and forced it back in. My hole stayed gaped open for each thrust. My hole was being ruined and I was enjoying the perversion of it. The party was soon over as I lay still, tired, in the sling. Guys were leaving; I was untied, and helped to stand up. My master brought a bucket of water and gave me a sponge bath. It felt nice as the warm water washed my body from head to toe. My butt was still gaping since I could feel the sponge dropping in my hole as it passed over it. I walked slowly upstairs to put on my jeans and shirt. The tattooed guy, whose name was Jim, was still there and said he, lived around the corner where I could rest. I agreed and was soon at his apartment and on the bed lying on my stomach, resting my head on the pillow. The T was still making me relax and I enjoyed Jim massaging my shoulders, back, butt and legs. His hand would pass over my hole and I would wiggle my ass and moan. His fingers reached my hole and my butt lifted upwards signaling him to enter my ass. We stayed in bed for the rest of the day massaging my hole. At some point Jim was on his stomach, my face was deep in his crack placing my lips around his asshole, he was moaning, and the more I sucked he knew what I wanted as shit eased out. I kept my face in his crack and ate his entire load. Our lives changed as I am a slave to two dominate perverted masters. They keep my hole stretched which is now has a 3 inch long slit like a pussy and my diet contains daily shit. I look forward to each day offering my ass and mouth for them to use.

I often frequent the Blue Store booths, having started going when I was 19 to get random anonymous blow jobs, maybe suck some cock myself. The first time I visited the place I was staying at a friend's place on 20th Street, and as my boyfriend at the time wasn't really into sucking me off, I was walking the street one night, feeling kind of horny, when a guy on the Avenue gave me the eye and gestured for me to follow him. We stepped into the sex shop and he headed straight to the back. Although I had been in the shop a few times, I had never before visited the booths, so I was both nervous and excited as hell. I went into one booth and he entered the adjacent one. I noticed the slot on the partition and knew exactly what went down here, so I passed me a dollar through the slot and I fed the viewing machine, unzipped and let him take my throbbing hard cock into his mouth. The head was amazing and I let myself get into the feeling of having this random guy just work my pole. He slid something into my hand and I realized it was a bottle of poppers, so I took a hit and I pulsated with pleasure. This was the best head I had ever received. It wasn't just his talented mouth, it was the entire experience. The detachment from his humanity: just a disembodied mouth and my cock protruding from the wall. No grubby hands touching me, no 'let's cuddle' talks. It was just the design of the experience that held me. Needless to say I blew a huge steamy load in his mouth and promptly ducked out of there. That was before I was pozzed, before I started taking anonymous loads in my ass. After I found out my status I pretty much became a major cum whore, and the first thing I wanted to do was go to the booths and take some raw cock. Like this past Tuesday night, for example. It seems it was Top-Tuesday and every anonymous raw glory hole top in Manhattan wanted to get some boy ass without all the contact. I walked into the Blue Store ready with poppers, my ass totally cleaned out and lots of one dollar bills. Entering the booth section of the store, I saw a guy who is ALWAYS there. I'm not kidding. I see him almost every time I'm there and if I go to the booths at least twice a week, he is almost always there. Hell - he's on a first-name basis with the damn staff. But he had a great cock and loves to get fucked raw so I always oblige. I actually love fucking him. He must be so diseased up and nasty by now the thought of it makes me throb. I like to give it to him hard and for a long time. He's always clean, never a messy situation which is very much appreciated. Nothing worse that getting a dirty dick without at least a sink around (yeah, Starbuck's cock-washes have happened). I like to keep the 'use the booth, please' guys happy and feed the machine but when that light goes on and I get to actually see in detail what my cock looks like sliding in and out of his ass. I just have to savor the moment and take a hot of poppers and watch myself fuck. Usually this guy will give me the signal that he wanted to plow my ass and I bend over but I think I got a little too into ramming him because he had to stop. When he left, this ass-eating guy bent me over and sucked my hole for a while. Then he slid his cock through and I just slipped my wet ass lips right on his pole. He moaned really loudly. I let him fuck me and he kept pulling out to taste my ass and then fuck some more. He came real heavy and deep and I squeezed my ass to get every drop. Then I sucked him clean. As soon as he left this black guy came in and just whipped out an enormous uncut cock that pointed down and to the left. Cummy and wet I just slid onto him and with in a few stroked he loaded me up. He pulled out really fast and I felt some cum slop to the floor. He seemed kind of freaked out that he just fucked me raw and ran out. Afterwards I took maybe two or three more random, not very noteworthy loads from average dicks which came really fast - three-stroke wonders, so to speak. I don't actually mind this because I get to to tally my loads faster. But the last guy was a different ass-eater and he was GREAT at it. I was squealing like a little bitch and when he stood up to get his dick in me it felt like it just kept sliding in forever. His dick was HUGE! He was white, maybe light skinned Latino and fucked like every man should, with long hard deep thrusts that hurt. I was poppered out of my mind to take that cock but held my own and pushed my cummy little ass right against that partition and took it like a champ. I knew he was poz because right before he came he asked "You want it pig bitch?" loudly enough for everyone to hear. Of course I replied "Yes, give it to me." With that he grunted, blowing his load into my decidedly creamy hole growling "Take it, take it, take all of that dirty load boy FUCK YEAH!" He was honestly really loud and I'm usually not verbal at the booths but I edged him on and thanked him for the dirty load as I stroked my cock to completion. I left what must have been a half a cup of poz cum on the floor of the booth. When I zipped up, cleaned off and stepped into the store guys were smiling at me and my frequent booth buddy was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. I walked out of there a little embarrassed and all I could think of was (a) "Damn, I need a cigarette," and ( "Hope I don't have a huge wet stain on my jeans." xoxo Jack

All right. The story I’m about to publish here is mostly true, but there is some fiction to it so I have decided to put it to fiction part. I am about to confess something that has changed for me recently, and I also don’t want to be recognized so I’ve changed some details.. I am a 25 year old last year student of a university living in Prague in the Czech Republic. I am a middle build with dark hair, 180 cm tall (5’11”) and 75 kg (165 lb) blue eyes and cute face. I sport a little but my body is not close to be perfect yet. Before the series of odd yet exciting events I had had around 18 guys. I have recently broken with a boyfriend and I created a profile on a dating site here. And then it happened. I ran across a profile of a tattooed handsome guy with some piercings who was 33 years old. He claimed to be dominant but is very picky. Let’s call him Ace. Pitty, I thought to myself, as that guy would be something I would love to get fucked by. I thought I had no chance, but the profile said that he was starting this “Fucking roulette”. Guys would sign up with him, he would publish them as their friends. Those who signed up earlier would be able to chose to fuck those who came in later. You could not refuse. Furthermore, Ace would chose you who to fuck and who you will be fucked by. If you were in the bottom role, you would not be able to say “no” in any case as it would disqualify you. You were always bottoming first. So, to make it short. I signed up. In few minutes I was the eighth to sign up. The “ad” said that I need my cunt to be used. The traffic on my profile has never been higher. In a few minutes Ace send me the profile name of the guy who was supposed to fuck me. His picture showed only his defined body. It said he is 40 years old. A little old to me, but I could not say no, could I? Coincidentally, the radar on the dating site said he was less than 300m away. I was nervous, but I decided to go with it. And I would not say no. He send me the address. He picked me up and we went to his apartment. Though it was late afternoon, the shades were down. His face was not that handsome, but the body was even better than in the pictures. I was not going to say no to anything. He made me strip completely. I was standing naked in front of him. He examined my body and face. I think he liked me. He pulled my hair and pulled my head to his crotch. I was going to open his zipper. As I touched it he slapped me. I understood I am not supposed to use my hands. I opened it with my teeth. It was hard but I managed. I really liked the smell of his cock in the underwear. As it was getting hard, I noticed it is fairly large. I pulled his pants and his underwear down. His cock was around 18 cm (7inch). I haven’t been getting larger dicks lately. I started to lick his balls and suck him. After a while, when he was rock hard he pulled my hair again and threw me on his bed. He undressed and I love his body. He turned me so that I was lying on my chest. I asked him: “Are we going to use” “No!” “ But I” “I am fucking you bare but I will not come in your ass.” It was my first time going bare. I thought well, why not. He put too little lube and he dug in. My ass was on fire, tears got to my eyes but I told myself I need to make it. He fucked me for about ten minutes. After a while it got incredibly sexy. I actually loved it being a little whore. He also took some pictures while fucking me as a proof for Ace, which we had to provide. After that he pulled out, turned me around and shoved it in my mouth. No wiping, just like that. It was little oozy, but it was sexy as hell. After a while, while I was on the edge of glory, he pulled out and came all over my face. I came as well and it was one of the most sexy things I have ever experienced. Later in the evening, I saw pictures of his cock and my but at Ace’s profile. While I was surfing, I found a profile on another dating site with the same picture and similar stats. The profile’s name was “anotherHIVpos”. It did not stop me in the Fucking Roulette.

I am truly versatile. I love so many things about men that I couldn't possibly list them here. So often when we meet people online we find out that they don't quite measure up to their profile, and I'm not even going to discuss the obvious items such as out-of-date pics, body stats, build, weight, and cock size. As a truly versatile gay man the lines between top and bottom get pretty blurred in the broad advertisement in a profile. I know that there are times I want to fuck a nice ass, sometimes I want to be a total butt slut, but most of the time I'm pretty flexible. I believe that a well formed male butt is proof that man was made in the image and likeness of God. So no matter what role I'm in, I like to pay a lot of attention to a guy's ass - which often sends wrong signal because some tops think that I want to fuck them and often top/vers guys impale themselves on my cock. If I'm in, I don't care, I just go with the flow, cool, but if I'm in the mood to get fucked and have gone though the whole cleaning/prep process, my reaction is WTF?. Conversely if I think I'm going to top a guy and he suddenly wants to plow my ass and I'm not properly prepared - well, not good. (Although it has happened that an advertised bottom in a three-way has fucked the hell out of me. Rare but true. Fortunately I was prepared). It's a lot like getting a couple of people to choose a restaurant for lunch. Most people say "I don't care where we go" when they actually have a preference. If I go to a restaurant wanting a steak, and the restaurant advertises 'The best steak in town' and I end-up getting chicken, naturally I'd be disappointed. Not that there is anything wrong with chicken, but I was expecting steak! Most profiles are horribly out of date, but versatile guys in particular should be upfront in their expectations as to what they're in the mood for. Be realistic about what you want and you're physical condition and if some thing changes, and communicate! In the internet world today there is NO excuse for a no show without a message.

This seems to happen to me quite often. I hardly ever so no to man even if I am not attracted to him. Mostly I will just try to avoid him if it is in a bathhouse but if he is persistent he will get his way. I have been fucked by many men I was not attracted to but after it is over I get all hot thinking about it. Some of my favorite jerk off memories are troll fucks that I tried to avoid. Go figure. Its the sleaze factor. Love feeling like a sleazy cumdump whore.

When I was young I could take all cocks, except one. He was so thick no way it was going in. But in 1982 I had hemorrhoid surgery and there was scar tissue and the hems were still there. I then hurt myself big time with a toy. A few years later it happened again. Now my doctor says my ass opens up normally and I shouldn't be afraid, but I tense when I am about to be fucked. So alcohol and poppers help. I wouldn't use the hard toys or ones that are too thick. Just take it easy warming up and avoid the thick cocks. I know that's hard to do, but everytime you hurt your self will just add fuel to the fire.I hate to turn men away at the baths, but my health comes first. I love long, thin cocks. Try those.

A true cumdump bitch is only interested in getting cock and sperm in his pussy. He couldn't care less who the cock is attached too. His pussy needs blind him.

Last night in 2 bars in GC where I am on vacation. First I was in construction I think it was called. I decided to kneel on a fuck seat arse up head lower down. There was about 2 rows of 4. I had not been in it long and I had a dick just slide right up my Arse on the left of me I could see other bottoms also getting fucked. My poppers kicked in big time and sometimes when you inhale too much you get disorientated and dizzy and completely out of control well that is where I was so out of it. I was repeatedly getting fucked non stop by different blokes. I could not even stand to get up as I was out of it and cock after cock was sliding in me and grunting away.I have no idea how many fucked me. But as I was coming down. I moved away as I had bad leg cramps lol. I walked around a little dizzy at first. Just bending over for any guy that bent me over and got fucked by them. I later got dressed t shirt shorts.and went to the Box. I loved this place last year. Older guys types. I pushed myself into the busy corner to suck a hot daddy types cock and suck and chew his nipples after a small time I felt someone pulling at my shorts and fingering me or trying to. He said something in German. I didn't understand but yhe daddy type asked me if I had been recently fucked. I said yes. He translated to his bloke and said to me that I have a wet cum patch in my shorts that is what this guy was asking. I stepped out of my shorts and tucked them in my t shirt collar. The German guy was fingering my arse and licking his fingers. He then rimmed me. The daddy type I was sucking was rock hard in my throat. Feeding me poppers. I was well away and then felt the blokes cock slide right up me without any problems I was well cummed lube up.it was smelly. Poppers and seedy but I pushed back onto thst dick so much. He fucked me good and when he pulled out I felt cum hit the back of my legs then another one was up me. I was the only one in thst corner getting fucked. I loved it. I must have taken so many loads in the night. I list count and had used two bottles of poppers. This morning in toI let. I was shitting cum. I am convinced to a degree but definitely could smell it. GoT my eye on 2 bearded daddy types in my hotel as I'm writing this from my sunbed. Hope that comes off. They seem interested. I love being here in GC .

It's the jizz inside me that makes me go to the darkrooms in the first place. It's the hottest thing.

Hosted a get together tonight for a few fuck buddies. Last guy left a little while ago. Gave three loads and took 7.

So hot, and awesome that you got a few of his toxic loads in you. You got your money's worth there! And all of the other guys got to see you getting used by a hot porn star -way to go!

Finally, last night. Met up with this young latino guy. He has a damn nice 8-9" cock and nice around also. We neither one could host so picked him up near his place and went to the ABS here. Just parked in far back of lot and jumped into the back end of my SUV. Sucked him for a while and then he suggested I just lay on my side, and he got behind me and rammed his cock in deep in one thrust and pounded my hole good. He usually likes to use a condom, but this time he went bare and filled my hole good. Far as I know he is NEG. Damn, did that feel good. Had made plans to meet up with another young guy too that is poz but he sent me a text that a buddy had showed up and couldn't make it. Really wanted his load.

Here's the next installment, another long build-up. Hope it's not a spoiler, but finally: MORE FUCKING! I promise I'll try to keep going...I've got ideas...it just takes longer to get them worked out as the story gets more complex. _________________________________ Chapter 14)“You don’t have to wait with me,” I said. Mike smiled, shrugged and said, “I wouldn’t have been able to concentrate on anything else anyway.” Mike and I were waiting for my parents to arrive; I’d gotten a text from my mom about a half hour ago that their flight had landed. We sat on the porch swing that hung on the verandah in front of the frat house. It was a pleasant day, a little cool, reminding me that soon the trees would be decked out for fall. I had on a black raincoat and a heavy cotton sweater over jeans and purple t-shirt, but I shivered a little and moved closer to Mike, craving the additional body warmth. Among other things. Not being able to fuck with him was pretty much driving me berserk, last night notwithstanding. He casually slipped his arm around my shoulders and I leaned against him; he was in jeans and a white, long sleeved football jersey along with a dark green zippered hoodie. Almost everyone else was either at the library, the gym or class. I wondered if a note from my parents would excuse me from missing the second session of my western civilization class and the first meeting of the anthropology course I’d signed up for. I saw a dark sedan drive slowly up the street and spotted my mom riding shotgun, Dad in the driver’s seat; the car pulled over. I could see Mom was wearing enormous sunglasses. The car doors opened, so we stood and started down the steps to meet them. Mom, brunette, slim and petite, was dressed in what I thought of as her travelling reporter’s outfit: a simple pale blue top, a multi-colored silk scarf at her neck, navy pantsuit, black ankle boots with a modest heel, topped off with a navy trench coat. Dad, fair-haired, tall and lanky but with a slightly soft belly, was in khakis and an olive green suede blazer with an off-white oxford shirt and a pair of coppery brown brogues. “Darren!” my mother exclaimed in a hoarse voice as soon as she saw me. She left Dad in the dust, running towards me as I moved down the front walk to meet her, then nearly strangled me with a hug. I could feel her shoulders shaking slightly, and knew she was crying. “I’m fine,” I said, my own eyes a little wet, at the same time embarrassed by the display of emotion. “But I’m really glad you’re here.” She pulled back, and gently kissed my bruised cheek. “Is that better?” she said, sniffling and dabbing at her eyes behind their concealing shades with a tissue. “Just what I needed, a mother’s kiss.” She hugged me again, as if needing further reassurance that I was really still in once piece and not irreparably damaged. Dad walked slowly, looking tired and upset. The atmosphere felt a little brittle, so I assumed they’d been arguing. But that was nothing new; they’d disagree, pout for a few days and then finally work it out. I hoped this would be as easily resolved, since it seemed like Mom blamed my dad for my situation, at least in part – and she was fiercely protective of me, her only child. Maybe if I actually read her memoir I’d understand her better, but it felt too icky. From what I’d heard there were reproductions of ultrasounds of me, that she went into the gory details of tracking her periods and scheduling sex with Dad, not to mention the whole IVF thing. I hadn’t even known the book existed until I was 14 and some jerk at school found it and used it to make fun of me, reading passages aloud and posting stuff on Facebook until my mom called his mom and got her to take it away from him with generalized talk of starting a new series of articles on schoolyard bullying and the internet. She decided to go ahead with the articles anyway, which I’d always took to mean that the response she got seriously pissed her off. I turned to my father and said, “Thanks for coming.” He did something very unusual for him: he hugged me. “Of course. There shouldn’t have been any question we’d come, I’m sorry.” Hmm. Maybe that hangdog look wasn’t just an argument with Mom. I think he was embarrassed and guilty that he’d dismissed me and forced me to prove to him I hadn’t concocted the whole thing as an excuse to return to New York. And after all that gave work as a reason he couldn’t come when I asked. I wonder what they’d think when I said I wanted to stay if the question even arose. Meeting Mike and Carlos and Aiden and Aaron and Ike had made all the difference. I turned held out my hand to Mike, who was behind me, and drew him forward. “Mom and Dad, this is Mike, my closest friend here…” Before I could continue, my mother said “I recognize you – you’re…aren’t you one of the young men who saved my son?” her voice cracking. Mike looked a little taken aback. “Yeah, but I had help…” he began. My mother launched herself at him and pulled him into the same strangling hug as she had me. Well she was more or less my height so she couldn’t easily reach his neck, but she might have cracked one of his vertebra or dislocated one of his ribs. Mike looked a little startled but returned her embrace, awkwardly patting her on the back. “Thank you,” she sobbed, over and over again. “I read your book,” Mike said. “I know just how important he is to you, and all of us here care about him a lot.” My mother finally relinquished her grasp, calmed herself and began fishing in her shoulder bag for a fresh tissue. I’d come prepared and handed her the little pack of tissue that I’d put in my jacket pocket. She gave me her “oh my baby is so sweet and thoughtful” look. Ick. My father seemed a little more wary, but extended his hand and added his thanks. “You don’t have to thank me, sir,” Mike said with impeccable manners. I guess his born-again Christian family had valued etiquette. “I couldn’t have done anything else. I’m just sorry the whole thing happened and the worry and upset it’s caused you and Mrs. Leibowitz.” “I’m Mimi to you,” she said with a watery smile. Wow, she’d decided she liked him if she was having him use her nickname already, and hadn’t immediately informed him that she’d kept her maiden name. Mom would be on my side, no problems. “Come in,” I invited them. “Where’s your luggage?” “In the car, angel,” my mom said. “We have hotel reservations, but we can check in later. I couldn’t wait to see you,” she said, giving my arm a squeeze. I could see my parents appraising the house as we entered, the slightly battered parquet floor in the entry hall and the communal living room with its worn but comfortable furniture upholstered in brown, beige and yellow plaid, cream colored walls devoid of decoration, threadbare muddy brown carpet, a banged up coffee table and a scattering of mismatched chairs. All the stuff was probably at least 20 or 25 years old. Aiden, in a skin-tight shirt that showed off his muscles (thankfully with a pair of baggy sweat pants) was curled up on the sofa reading, but put down his text book and stood to greet us. I made the introductions, and like clockwork he was offering refreshments. “We have Danish and muffins, coffee, juice, tea, water…?” “We don’t want to interrupt your study time,” my mom said. “Not a problem,” Aiden reassured. It was as if they would starve if he didn’t feed them. Immediately. “Some coffee would be welcome then,” my dad said, looked at my mom for confirmation, and at her nod added, “make it two.” There was a slightly awkward pause as we waited; I motioned for them to have a seat, and they each took one of the two armchairs that made a group with the sofa, where I’d seated myself. Great. Not sitting together and me right in the middle. “Why don’t I go help Aiden,” Mike said, tactfully exiting. I felt like screaming DON’T LEAVE ME YOU COWARD! Tact is overrated. “How was the trip?” I said to fill up the quiet. “Okay,” Dad said. “We were able to get an early flight,” my mother added. “You must be exhausted,” I said. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hotel, or at least lie down?” Attempting to put off the inevitable… “We’re tired, but not sleepy if that makes any sense,” my mom said. I could see that her eyes were red and slightly puffy now that the sunglasses were off. “And we really need to find out…” Dad started. “Here we go,” said Aiden who was carrying a tray with five mugs of coffee, a carton of milk, a box of sugar, some spoons and napkins with the tell-tale Dunkin’ Donuts logo. Mike followed him with boxes of doughnuts and muffins. I assumed that this was courtesy of Daddy Scorpio or another of the Gang of Five. Saved by the coffee service. Phew! It isn’t that I didn’t want to talk to them. I just wasn’t quite ready and especially didn’t want to do it alone. The next few minutes were taken up with coffee preferences and selecting something to eat. That my mom unbent enough to eat a blueberry muffin, the closest thing to the healthy fare she mandated at home, told me that she was pretty fatigued. I felt a pang; maybe I shouldn’t have insisted that they immediately come here, it could have waited. But that wasn’t true – we had to get ahead of the curve. If we delayed those slippery bastards would figure out a way to stonewall the entire thing. Now was the time to strike, while they were scared, disorganized and hopefully hadn’t yet contacted the university president or the dean or whoever and put their own spin on everything that had happened. After we’d all sipped coffee and nibbled at muffins or Danish for a few minutes in silence, my Dad said “We need to talk about what happened, Darren. And find out just what the hell is going on…” His voice had gotten progressively louder and more agitated. “Ken, darling,” my mother interrupted. “We agreed that we’d speak about this calmly.” “I’m calm,” he grumbled. “Not if you’re already starting to shout and curse.” “I wasn’t shouting,” he said irritably. “Maybe Aiden and I should leave you alone,” Mike said. “No!” I exclaimed immediately. I answered my father’s thousand yard stare (he could give hardened prison inmates a run for their money) by saying “They’re my friends and this involves them, too. So we can talk while they’re here.” The trick with my dad was to come straight back at him. Otherwise, he’d flatten you like a steamroller. He clutched his hair in his right hand and gave an explosive breath, then breathed more deeply and said. “Fine. Please tell us what’s going on,” he said with an air of enforced calm, glancing at my mom who nodded her approval. “You should know that we decided we had to watch the entire video you sent.” That’s what Mom meant when she said she recognized Mike. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. It was a little too close for comfort, but then again my mom had written in detail about her menstrual periods in The New York Times. “It was…shocking,” said my mother, gently, clearly tamping down her reaction. “You kept saying that the situation was complex, sweetie. Can you explain it to us now that we’re here?” “It’s kind of a long story. Mike, Aiden, feel free to add stuff or correct me, you’ve been here longer.” I told them my edited version of events. I have to give it to them, they managed to keep quiet while I explained how the entire fraternity had been subjected to the same kind of abuse that I had been, and that it had been covered up by the Gang of 5. “In other words, the football coach, the dean of students and the heads of the major academic departments treat this fraternity like it’s a harem of young men for their personal pleasure?” my mother said, outrage spiking her voice. So much for calm discussion. “Pretty much, Mom.” “Why the fuck did your ‘friends’ choose YOU to be the one to blow this up?” my father erupted. “I volunteered when they told me what was going on.” I said back as calmly as I could. My dad was yanking at his hair again. “Why did you do that?” he said in a tone of resigned despair. If he wasn’t cursing, he was really at the end of his rope. Time to go in for the kill. “Because the actual situation is even worse,” I answered furiously, finally losing my temper. “The coach is HIV positive, and he’s deliberately had unsafe sex with every single member of this frat. Including me.” That shut them up. Both of them looked stunned. “I’m on medication to stop it, I got it in time. Mike made sure I got there in time,” I corrected myself. “That’s why it had to be me. Coach Zetcher controls the flow medications to frat members to keep them in line. Most of these guys can’t tell their families and can’t afford the medication without his help. I can do both.” More silence. “The way it works is that after a pledge is infected, he’s basically imprisoned in this house, and the dean and heads of major academic departments are allowed to do whatever they like with him sexually in return for altering attendance records and bringing him class work. Otherwise, the logical thing to do as soon as possible would be get treatment before the virus can take hold. And as far as I know once seroconversion happens, they kind of lose interest in the new guy, and go looking elsewhere.” Aiden and Mike offered confirmatory nods. My parent’s faces were ashen. “How long has this been going on?” my dad finally asked. “About twelve years,” Mike answered. “This is one hell of a mess,” my father said. “That’s the understatement of the century,” my mom added. Dad visibly steeled himself. “You have more video?” “Yeah,” I said. “We got all five of them.” He sighed deeply. “I’m going to have to get an associate and a paralegal here and make this an official pro-bono case at my firm on an emergency basis, and get someone else to act as lead. I can’t work on this at all past today. Any defense attorney with any sense will use that you’re my son to try and counter my legal arguments. Oh, God, I have to resign from the board here, too.” “Can’t you just cut a deal?” I asked. “You know, get some money for everyone affected and demand the resignations of the faculty members?” “Darren, this is criminal activity. I can’t cover it up or I risk my entire career. All the members of the fraternity are going to have to give statements to the police.” I made a face, and shot an apologetic look at Mike and Aiden, neither of whom looked happy. Interpreting Mike and Aiden’s expressions correctly my dad said, “The police will be discrete. But right now we’re going to pay a call on the Chancellor,” my father finished, grimly. “I need you and Mike to come with us.” “Better take a copy of the video,” said Aiden who left us to go retrieve it from the room he shared with Carlos. Quentin James, the Chancellor (to whom I took an instant dislike), was a tall, unctuous, well-groomed silver-haired man who oozed greasy charm. His office seemed to me to be over-furnished with ostentatiously expensive modern furniture and art. The frat house we lived in was all beat up, and this guy was blowing the money from our tuition on glossy, trendy Eurotrash furnishings and décor. So it was gratifying to watch him not only suck up to my parents after we arrived, but then all but hyperventilate when they explained to him why we were there, and show him a brief clip of the video. He stuttered, “But…but…no…no complaints have been made about anything like this before. How could we have known if the students affected haven’t stepped forward?” I glanced at Mike and did a double-take; I could see the rage radiating off him. “What about Alan Jennings?” he demanded. “Alan Jennings made wild, unsubstantiated accusations…” the Chancellor stopped, his eyes wide with horror. “And now they’re substantiated,” Mike snapped. “You can’t hide behind not knowing when you refused to look.” “Oh my God,” the Chancellor said, as the reality was borne in on him. “We’ll have to find him and apologize and reinstate his scholarship…” “Too late,” Mike bit out. “He committed suicide this past summer.” The silence was thick and heavy. Mike’s fury made me wonder what his relationship with Alan Jennings had been – was I his replacement? “So, Quentin,” my dad said, “you now have a huge pile of crap to deal with. I’m going to resign from the Board of Advisors, and I suggest you convene a meeting of the faculty and administration as soon as possible. I can’t be involved on either side beyond today because of my connections here at the University and that my son is a victim of multiple crimes at the hands of your faculty members, and likely lead plaintiff in what’s going to be the class action law suit of the century.” “I’m terribly sorry, Darren, about what you’ve been through…” the Chancellor began. “That’s sweet,” I interrupted, “but if you’d listened and investigated earlier it wouldn’t have happened.” “Let’s be clear: we’re not here just because it’s our son,” my mother said, her voice trembling with barely contained fury. “Every one of those boys – no, those beautiful young men is somebody’s son. And this institution has failed miserably at ensuring their physical and emotional safety.” “Ms. Sachs, please, don’t tell me you’re going to write about this.” “Once the investigation is under way, just try and stop me.” “I’m going to tap one of my colleagues to represent my son and his friend’s interests. You should expect to hear from Geoffrey Ward and I assume that he will receive your full cooperation,” he said with his best aggressive smile that wasn’t at all warm. Uncle Jeffy! It’d be as good as having Dad represent us. He wasn’t really my Uncle, but he and my dad had been roommates at Yale law and our families spent a lot of time together. As we walked out of the building Dad took Mom’s hand, then turned and smiled at me and Mike. “I’ve never liked that guy, and told them not to hire him. With any luck, he’ll be out on his ass along with other garbage.” My parents drove to check in at their hotel and insisted on taking Mike and me out for lunch. They dropped us at the house and went back to the hotel to begin work: Dad on his phone while using a work station in the hotel’s business center, setting up arrangements for Uncle Jeffy along with a reasonably sized staff come and set up shop. Mom had already called The New York Times to alert them to the situation so that they could send a crime reporter. She was planning to work on a first draft of a column on her ever-present laptop. They said they’d come to the house that night and order a Chinese food banquet for everyone. When in doubt, feed them was my mom’s motto. Mike had organic chemistry lab that afternoon. And as it worked out, I was able to get to my anthropology seminar after all. We were all interviewed by the police after the legal team arrived; my medical records were offered as proof, though the video was incontrovertible evidence. The legal wheels began to grind, slowly but steadily. My parents ended up staying for the entire week. Every night they made sure that we were all well-fed: pizza one night, barbecue another, deli sandwiches, and then for Friday night my mom made her world-famous sloppy joes along with French fries and ordered an immense chocolate cake for dessert, with a large salad as the nod towards healthful eating. Needless to say, Mom and Dad were very popular. As they were getting ready to leave my dad said to me, “I don’t know, I’m still not 100% sure about your staying here.” “Ken, I think he’ll be fine here. And if I feel good about it, then it has to be safe for him.” “You mean this little Rottweiler we birthed?” he said throwing his arm around my shoulders and giving me an affectionate squeeze. “I’m not worried about him. It’s these guys,” he said, gesturing at Mike, Aiden, Carlos, Aaron and Ike who’d come to see them off. “Do you realize what you’re getting yourselves into?” They exploded with laughter, while I looked at my dad through narrowed eyes and said, “You are so not funny,” while trying not to laugh myself. A week later, we had a fraternity-members only party. Some former members who didn’t live too far away came, too. I’d been elected social director, so I decided that Aiden, Aaron and I would get things started by doing a karaoke version of last summer’s hot song “Bang, Bang,” with me taking Jesse J’s lines, Aiden took Arianna Grande’s part and Aaron committed to learn Nikki Minaj’s rap. We all wore tight jeans and t-shirts, flirting with the crowd. And that was all it took to set in motion our first monthly orgy. Even though he’d been relieved of his faculty position, was out on bail, and not supposed to be within 50 feet of any of us, we managed to smuggle in Larry, our newest cum slut recruit. Having finally been freed of all inhibitions, he was completely insatiable. Making up for lost time I guess. There was a line of guys waiting to bang him, even though he was on his back, one guy fucking his ass, another getting sucked and rimmed by him, a third and fourth in his hands and the fifth rubbing his dick against Larry’s torso. They kept shifting positions: as soon as the guy in his ass unloaded, the one who was being sucked and rimmed shoved his dick up the formerly straight ass, the guy who’d been rubbing his dick against Larry’s torso was at his mouth, one of the hand jobs moved to his chest, and one of the guys waiting in line grabbed the unoccupied hand and guided it to his dick. Larry must have taken about 50 loads that night. Personally, I passed on doing it with him. I was more into being fucked after my enforced anal celibacy. I started with Mike in one of the arm chairs. We undressed each other, I straddled him in the chair and then we were kissing, his hands running over my back and torso, his fingers slipping down to tease my ass. My back arched, and his lips replaced his hands on my chest as he supported me. I sat and rubbed my asshole over his rapidly hardening cock; we were both so hot for it after waiting two weeks for me to heal (on orders from the grumpy nurse practitioner) that we didn’t need a heck of a lot of foreplay. He’d snagged a jar of Vaseline, and was putting a glob of it on and in my butthole, while I rubbed some of the greasy stuff over his huge, twitching, drooling dick. Then I was positioning myself so that the head of his cock was pressed up against my tight hole, and I began to push down. It burned like the first time, which made it like a new beginning: losing my virginity — TAKE TWO, AND………….ACTION!!!!! Mike kept me from going too fast, concerned that I’d hurt myself again. So I pushed steadily, feeling my body reshape to accommodate that thick piece of meat. Finally I could tell I was fully impaled on his rod from the feel his pubic hair against my butt. We were panting and kissing feverishly; my dick was hard and oozing because his dick was hitting my internal hotspot. I rose up a little with his hands supporting my thighs and then down. “OH, honey, that’s incredible,” he whispered in my ear. Like always, even though there were guys all around us having sex and not being quiet about it, we could have been alone, so intense our connection. I rose again, and since he was holding me, I could let one hand dangle behind me, trailing over his balls as I rose and fell, gradually faster, the pressure building until he couldn’t hold still and began thrusting up as I pushed down, both of us grunting, moaning, humping, straining until Mike gave an incoherent shout, slammed hard against me, wrapped his arms around me as he shot a two-day load of cum inside me. I was stroking and tickling his balls, wanting every drop, though I doubted this would be the only time we’d fuck that night. I wouldn’t stop rocking on his dick as he gasped with the pleasure of the satiny embrace of my asshole milking him dry, and then I was shooting my own load between us, splashing our chests and even hitting both our faces. I sagged against him and we kissed languidly. “I’ve really missed that,” I murmured in his ear. He didn’t answer, just stroked my back with long, gentle caresses. I pulled off of him, stood and then felt a pair of warm muscular arms going around me, and a pair of hands covering my eyes. “Guess who this is,” a familiar voice – immediately identifiable as Carlos by his Spanish accent – whispered in my ear. “Uh, Rafael Nadal?” I said teasingly. “No, I got a better ass than his.” “Ooh, Rafael Alancar?” I joked. I’d discovered some of his vids – all disappointingly with condoms – online one night while I was trying to relieve my sexual tensions. “No, my dick is WAY bigger than his.” “Then it has to be Carlos,” I said and pushed back against him. His dick was probably bigger than any porn star’s, and best of all he was right here with me. And a complete sweetheart, not some drug-addled shithead who was more interested in showing off than in fucking. “Third time’s the charm,” he said as I turned in his arms, and our lips met, then our tongues as we tore into one another. He grabbed me and hoisted me so that my legs were wrapped around his waist. He was strong enough to carry me to the sofa, where he knelt, never breaking the kiss, his hands free now to stroke and pet, massaging the cum on my chest into my skin, licking it off my face while his immense dick pressed against me in the crease where my thigh met the groin. My hands were going crazy, touching every inch of his smooth, muscular body that I could reach. He moved to kiss my neck, kissing, licking, biting; I slipped a hand between us and played with his huge, low-hanging balls, and was able to just graze his butthole with my fingers. That made him groan, and kiss me more forcefully; then he stood and was turning his back, pushing that beautiful, round bubble ass in my face for me to worship. Aaron joined us, licking Carlos’ dick. Carlos reached back, and pulled my head more securely against his ass and ordered, “That’s it, baby, lick that man’s asshole, eat me.” “I want to try something new with him,” Aaron said, and whispered in Carlos’ ear as I continued my ass worship, sniffing deeply his pungent, masculine scent, licking, kissing and then sticking my tongue up inside his asshole. He moved away, playing with his dick which was leaking pre-cum, and Aaron brought his dick to my lips and fucked my face for a minute. He kissed me on the mouth, and then licked it, enjoying the taste and smell of Carlo’s ass. Then Aaron was sitting next to me. “Sit on my cock, Darr,” he ordered. He didn’t have to ask twice; he slid in easily with the mixture of Mike’s cum and the Vaseline easing the way. Then I felt another dick probing at my butthole. I jumped, startled, and that’s when Carlos wrapped his arms around me, and began to push his dick inside me right on top of Aaron’s. “I’m not sure about this,” I said. “Relax, baby, relax,” Carlos murmured, his arms tightening. “I know you can take it, and it’s going to be awesome. You’re going to get the best prostate bang and two hot loads inside your sweet little hole.” His dirty talk made me want it now, no matter how hard it was going to be. Carlos pushed in steadily while Aaron and I kissed open-mouthed. Finally I could feel the root of Carlos’ immense cock against me, and he drew back slowly and then pushed inside of me. And again…and again…faster, harder. Aaron was moaning and thrusting and it was as if fireworks were going off inside of me. Carlos had not been kidding, I was getting the prostate rub of my life as they fucked me. Aaron was first, voicing a grunt that got progressively louder, “Unh, Unh, Unh…UNHHAAAAAAOH, I’m cumming!” he groaned. That set off Carlos, whose thrusts went wild, ramming against me, not letting up on the pace until he rammed against me and froze, shouting in Spanish. And that set me off, my prostate, which had been thoroughly pummeled, releasing another load. Aaron reached down and played with my balls, while Carlos thrust in and out while my sphincters clenched and released. We collapsed in a sweaty heap on the sofa. I felt languid, satiated for the time being, and even though I was in a room full of men noisily having sex, I leaned against Aaron, closed my eyes and drifted into a light sleep.

My fantasy (will probably stay fantasy) is going to meet a guy for regular sex then getting drugged and waking up being heavily secured to bondage bench face down ass up and when I wake up the room is full of dildos, plugs, beads etc that range from tiny to horse cock size then having a hood/ball gag put on and told that I am going to be fucked by up the ass and receive booty bumps by groups of men until they are bored and then will use every toy in the room to stretch my ass hole until I need incontinence pants. (No being inconetinent doesn't turn me on its just part of the fantasy of getting used so hard that your ass is truly destroyed)

Once we have an experience like that we all want more. As much as I enjoy taking loads from guys I know are poz and charged, nothing gets me hotter than finding out the load was toxic AFTER it's up my ass. Nice to hear you enjoyed your first charged load and are looking for more.

Unexpected Pig Below is a rundown of events from yesterday. Still can't believe it happened, and wanted to write it up so other kinky fuckers can hear about it. A bottom buddy that we've played with in the past reached out to see if we wanted company. Lately, we've been more open to top guests because I love seeing my guy get fucked, but hubby said he was very interested in fucking our friend - we will call him #1, so we made plans for him to come over to our place. Shortly before he arrived, we got a text from another buddy we used to play with but who had since moved away - we will call him #2. He was in town and was looking to hang out. After negotiating that everyone was game, he decided to head over. Very quickly everyone was comfortable with each other and we began making out and feeling each other up. Clothes began to fly and tongues found their way to asses and cocks. After a bit of foreplay, I wanted to get into #1. Hubby and I have been adventurous for most of our relationship, but we've always played safely. This time however, though available, no condoms were ever requested. So as I slide into #1's tight ass, I see #2 sitting down on hubby's cock, raw. Spent some time working on #1's hole. At some point, I spun #1 around so that he was facing #2 who by now was bent over being rear ended by my guy. Hubby and I were on opposite sides of the bed, each balls deep in a bare hole. After some good pumping action, we switched so that I was fucking #2 and hubby was in #1. Over the next two and a half hours, I was the only strict top and I fucked each of the other three holes. Guy #1 was a strict bottom and got fucked by all three cocks. Hubby and Guy 2 were both vers. So every possible combination was explored and in the end I fucked the cum outta hubby while he was in the sling. He needed a recharge so he let #1 take his place in the sling. #2 fukd #1 as I knelt down to get a good close up view of the cock sliding into that hole. Before long #2 was picking up the pace on his thrusts and he began to seed #1. Soon I could tell that #2's orgasm had passed and as he withdrew his still rock hard cock from #1's slimy hole, I licked the tip to taste the boy hole and cum. This really charged me as I also decided to tongue #1's ass to taste the cum, so I stood up and dumped my 3 day load in #1. I looked down to see that #1 had a pool of his own cum on his tummy. After a lull in the action, our guests showered up and decided to head out as it was getting late and we all had things to do the next morning. Hubby and I headed to bed and I fell asleep quite quickly. Apparently, guy #2 continued to sext with hubby after I fell asleep. Hubby, still horny and without any loads in his ass, got on Grindr and called over a hung top. I wake up to the guy eating out my hubby ass just before he begins to fuck him, just inches away from me in my bed. It took me a moment to get my bearings, but when I realized that hubby had found another hookup, I was ready to join in the fun. I quickly helped spread hubby's as cheeks so the top dude could get deeper in him. Before long, I was taking a turn sliding into my hubbys loosening hole, while top buddy fed hubby cock straight from his ass. Hubby was getting really worked up, and piggy. Our top buddy took my place pounding hubby. "Dude, fuck me as hard as you want" hubby encourages our buddy, and with that he starts really piston fucking him. The cadence of the thrusts hinted that he was getting close to cumming. Next thing I know, without any discussion about it, he said, "I'm cumming in him", while he looked at me in the eye. As he pulled out of my hubby's hole, I quickly replaced his cock with my tongue. The musk of hubby's ass, combined with this dudes load was more than I could handle. I stood up, shoved my cock into his cum slicked hole, and with 3 strokes began to coat the inside of hubby's ass with his second load in as many minutes. Top buddy was in a hurry so he was quick to head to the door and it was now 3:00 am. As hubby came back upstairs after showing him out the door, I started fucking him again. I churned the loads in his ass for a good 15 or 20 minutes while he looked for another top to come and seed him. Sadly nothing on Grindr worked out, so I bred his ass one more time before calling it a night. This was the first time we've ever done something like this. I've been encouraging him to get more piggy and get fucked without me more. He seems to be embracing that inner pig.

Finally! It happened. I finally had enough courage (lol Apple) and invited a guy I'd been messaging on Grindr. Once he arrived it was non stop for what felt like hours, but was actually only about 15 minutes. He never once said a thing about a condom, he never asked and neither did I. Before I knew it he was shooting so deep I practically felt it fill me up. He then just pulled out and pulled up his shorts and left. As he was walking out of my room he turned around and said, "Hope you enjoy my charged load!" Damnit I want more!

Finally!! Got the session going with married straight guy that all this planning was set up for. I was so worked up all day in anticipation. Just had to get my face into that ass. The man showed on time, as usual he just saunters in, heads for the bedroom and strips. Few pieces of clothes, shoes, no socks, surfer shorts, nothing else, and a t-shirt. All that was left was that beautiful hairy chest, his pecs and that monster cock hanging soft with those low hangers looking so relaxed. As usual he just lays back in bed, hands behind his head, legs spread apart and that look of worship my cock slut. This guy doesn't talk much but his body language says a ton. Got into the usual routine but this time there was an extra treat. He usually doesn't take his shirt off. He's got nothing to hide and he's let me wander around up there. Think he feels if he's got one piece of clothing on, he's not really naked with a guy. Well this time he was stripped. Spent some time up in the furry chest forest and really enjoyed that time but soon enough, there was a hand on my head pushing me down to the business zone. The meat was still soft and hanging so pretty over those balls. He's got at least 7 thick even when soft; it's just so pretty. Got down to business and worked the soft meat into a blood rushing boner. It sure doesn't take much to get this guy hard as can be. He does love his deep throating so once I could feel the blood pulsing it was time to go down for the choke. Both of us have gotten into me deep throating him to a point where I almost pass out and start to choke. I can control not biting him but at the same time my choking throat his pulsating around his cock head. The precum started to flow. Spent some more time doing the usual tricks he enjoys, headed to the balls and gave them the attention they love. At this point, the balls start to tighten up just a bit and I can tell he's loaded to shoot. Ah, but I have other plans. Delayed heading to that ass. Finally get him worked up enough where he's saying my name, pulling my head up to start sucking his cock. I pull back and go tongue deep into his ass. Wow, those legs just raise up enough to open that hole like I've never experienced with him. His cock was just flowing with precum. Actually thought he was cumming. Headed up to the cock. Licked up the precum and pool on his stomach, kept that sweet juice on the tip of my tongue and headed back to the hole. Started using his precum as lube to tongue fuck the man. That hole just started opening up and I could get my entire tongue in there. Went up a couple of more times to harvest some more lube. I was amazed at how far we had gotten but I wanted to get him opened up just a bit more. Kept hesitating to ask him to rollover. Thought that might just ruin the mood. This guy comes across and acts so straight that anything that might click in his mind as being too faggy might end the session right there. Decided to give it a try though. Just as I was going up for some more precum and after commenting about how turned on he must be because of all the precum, I gently asked him to rollover on his stomach for a few minutes. He opens his eyes, just stares at me like he's going to get up to leave and them he just closes his eyes and rolls over.......he was offering his ass to my mouth..........what a gift!! Thanks guys for the encouragement to take this to a level I never imagined; I'd never would have had the nerve to ask him to rollover. His beefy, blue collar man ass makes worshiping his cock a wonderful pleasure. For a guy who wouldn't rim. I've sure made some changes :-0

Bred my first ass today. He sat on it with nothing but spit for lube and begged for my load. I lasted an hour before I filled his hole. It was a game-changer. Mind = blown.

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 2 – Julian) I tried to open a conversation with Julian, but since the blow job event he seemed to be stubborn. “I hope you don’t spoil everything later, when you meet the others….” I mentioned. “The others?” Julian asked scared. “You can believe it or not, I do care about your future and I am asking myself, how will you cope with it?” I asked him nicely. “That’s none of your business.” Julian sulked. The area we passed right now was desert like. We drove for a while already down a street, which was hardly used for normal traffic. This route got used by truckers only. Business guys….. I grinned evilly. My feeling was, that Julian may be 18 years old, but he seemed to be very inexperienced and easily to manipulate. “Well, I wanted to suggest something to you. It entered my mind, when you told me about your past and the gifts you have been giving by nature. Let’s look at the objective data: You didn’t finish your school – that’s a minus! You got not qualifications whatsoever in business… workmanship or such – also a no go. You got no connections – not good! And you got no money – which really is a problem. Now, let’s see if you got other stuff you could contribute: You are able to suck and swallow – which could be helpful. You suck dicks for let’s say 5 dollars. If you swallow the junk, you can charge more money on it, let’s say 5 dollars in additional. You could earn 10 dollars just for a blowjob with swallowing. You should always prefer that and advertise it, that you swallow every load offered. Hmm… I didn’t check your anal finesse yet, but since your father and his friends enjoyed using you for anal gangbangs, you might got some professional possibilities here also. Always offer anal sex, since you can charge at least 20 dollars for it. Advertise it, that you do it without a condom – which would again add 5 dollars to the normal price.” I explained my thoughts to Julian. He opened up by answering, if this wouldn’t be too low on the price scale, although he personally had no idea what a whore would claim for his offers. I agreed, but then I told him that many guys were already working as whores. There was simply too much competition and he should show his costumers from the beginning, that he would offer his body for fair prices. “You just have to suck more guys and let more costumers fuck you, this way you earn a lot more doe and the guys would rather choose you, because of the low charges.” Julian nodded understandingly. “If you allow several guys to gangbang you, it would be perfect to give them some discount. Since you are serving two or more people, you are earning fast money. But you need to encourage and advertise that over and over again, that gang-bangers are welcome into your body.” I told Julian. The discount should be a great offer to the guys to incite taking this special offer and show up with 3 or more guys. Julian didn’t get it…. so I calculated the stuff for him. Stupid whore… 25 dollars for one guy, let’s say…. 30 minutes duration. So Julian would collect 75 dollars in 90 minutes, if everything turns out fine. If he would discount gangbangers (10 dollars each guy) he would earn in 30 minutes with three guys banging the shit out of him 45 dollars. If he could repeat this 3 times (90 Minutes) it would sum up to 135 dollars. He would get, in the same amount of time, 60 extra dollars. “That would be awesome.” Julian cheered loudly. I smiled, nodded and thought… ‘Yeah bitch. Splendid - you stupid cunt.’ “And for the beginning I wanted to show you a place, which might be really a good location for a first timer like you, with no competition at all, but lots of possible customers” I said. Julian looked around but all he could see was only desert. “That’s the clue. We will drive to a parking lot, which is the only spot in this desert. No gas station or restaurant, which would only make it harder to whore around without getting in trouble. You can make yourself a name there. You could offer yourself to the truckers, right in their rigs or at the latrine of course. There is also a deserted hut close to the latrine. You could set up a room for you there and sleep on a mattress while waiting for costumers” I sounded cheerfully. This way the guys, who knew Julian was sleeping in the hut, could enter the place and simply use Julian’s body and give him the cash immediately. So Julian would not have to be at the latrine 24 hours offering his body. He could rest a bit from time to time and still be available with his holes. I knew there was already a mattress in the hut and it got used quite regularely. Julian would have an easy job there. I advised him to sleep on his belly. It would make the service so much easier for his customers. “But how can I get food or something to drink, if I got no transport….” he interjected. I thought about it and told him that he could lower the prices and instead of charging 25 Dollars for unprotected anal intercourse… he should ask for 15 Dollars and an old burger. The latrine would hold most of the time water, so he shouldn’t die of thirst and most of the time the urinals would be blocked. So there would be always enough to drink, directly out of the urinals or the latrine itself. Julian thought about it silently. “I don’t know…. I feel insecure about this” he answered. “You would be out of your step-dad’s radar and you could try this kind of job out, at least for a week. Who knows, maybe you will have earn enough money to buy yourself a brand new car by then” I lied. Julian’s eyes sparkled. “You think so?” he asked excited. “If you don’t deny any customer, then you should be rich in no time” I gave him a winning smile. You should not care about the looks so much or the age. It is only important that your customer-service is brilliant. Just offer your body to all the guys who are willing to pay for your holes and then let them in and milk their dicks. It’s an easy job. You simply keep your legs apart for strangers and welcome them if they shoot their junks in your body. With this gratitude you make sure, that those guys will come back to you again to abuse your body over and over again – and I think you might make it.” Of course there might be heterosexual men, who would deny his service and still then I told Julian he could sell other services to those possible customers. He could offer them, to drink their piss out of the latrine or they could pay for punching him or beating him up. Of course he should set rules for such a service, like no beating to the face or no bone crushing. Julian was scared of this idea, but I told him he should give it a try – at least he could earn a couple of dollars for this kind of stuff, if no other costumer is available for a fuck. To get the motor running I suggested I could ‘play’ his first costumer. I would ask him loudly at the latrine how much he would take for bareback assfuck and would hand him the money. Of course he would have to give me the money back later on. This was only part of the advertisement, so that people would know he is a professional and that I could shoot my toxic load into him. I told him I was sure, that some of the other guys, would take the opportunity and ask about the prices, and he would be in business. Julian nodded and agreed to do it that way. “Excellent….” I said with a smile....

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 1 – Julian) On one of my trips I met Julian. It was a rainy summer afternoon and he approached me at a gas station. He asked me if he could get on board and drive with me for a while. He didn’t seem to care which way I would take, as long as he could leave this place. Since the guy was quite small, I asked him about his age. He told me he just turned 18 and I demanded to see his ID, which he showed me willingly. Nice, I thought….. he was also very skinny. I like that on my boys a lot, although I didn’t know if he could get the spot on the ‘Scorpion Gift Service’ at all. “You’re a runaway? Or do you have some other kind of problems? I don’t want to get involved with some kind of thug or so” I asked him. He denied to be a ‘no good’ and said he did run away from home, but since he was an adult it was his choice to leave anyway. I nodded and asked for his name. He answered it was Julian. “Okay – walk to the exit. I will pay my charges and then I will pick you up….” I motioned my head to the exit of the gas station’s lot. He thanked me quite a lot and took his bag and walked away. I watched his tiny little ass wiggle in the old and worn out jeans. After paying my gas I went to my car and turned to the exit. There he was. Standing close to the exit and smiling at me. I stopped the car and told him he could throw his bag into the trunk. After all was done, he took the passenger’s seat and buckled up. We drove for a while. Although I tried to open a conversation the little guy seemed to be shy. “What’s your problem at home? Do you have problems in your school or in your family?” I asked Julian. He gazed out of the window and did not reply. “Well, then maybe it is a girl? Are you dating girls?” I wanted to know. “Of course I date girls…. I am not a faggot” Julian snapped. “Okay….. then what is so terrible, that you chose to run away instead of finishing your school or find some work?” I insisted. “It is my step dad…… after my mother had died, he is….. doing things to me…..” Julian mumbled. “What kind of things?” I wanted to know. “Well he is doing things to me, he should actually do with another woman” he said. “You mean your dad tried to come on to you?” I played shocked. “Step-dad” Julian said. We drove for a while without saying a thing. “Why didn’t you go to the police…..” I wanted to know. “And then…. what?” he stared dreamingly at the surroundings outside the car. “I feel safe here, now that I found a way to get so far away as possible” he added. Julian sniffed from time to time but didn’t say a word for the next couple of miles. “The first time he touched me was, when I called him for dinner…. I remember him, standing behind me, touching my nape, watching at the dinner table, with his hand driving down my spine…. and then resting on my butt. Squeezing my ass cheeks” he continued talking. “Then he started touching me more often, being at home I got kissed on my mouth all of the sudden. Soon he asked me to french-kiss him and that started the whole thing I guess” Julian thought loudly. “Maybe, if I would have stopped him…. maybe I encouraged him. He knew I had a girl friend… he knew I was not gay, but still he said, now that my mom is gone, someone had to fulfill her duties. And I was doing the chores so well, so why not take his…. his…. dick and milk it also” Julian sighed. I didn’t ask him a thing. I let his heartbreaking stories just emerge. “I should have known…. but I was scared. I didn’t want to lose my step dad also. I just had lost my mom” Julian cried. “And one night he came into my room and I felt him entering my bed. I screamed and shouted out loud but he didn’t care. I tried to defend myself, but somehow he managed to rip my underpants away and he placed his hard cock up to my asshole and simply fucked away.” Julian’s voice got monotone. “It hurt so much…. he promised he would never ever do it again. And I believed him…. and the next night he forced me to suck him, since he was not allowed to fuck me anymore and since I protested against it, he raped my ass anyway.” Julian didn’t recognize, that after all the story I chose a route that would lead us into a little forest. I stopped the car and turned to him, but he was still gazing out of the window, like he was somewhere else. The day I told him I would involve the police, if he wouldn’t stop - he brought 6 guys home that evening. I thought I would die…. *sobs* I really thought that after the gang rape they would kill me, because they told me so.” “But they didn’t kill me, thnough they told me they could…. but if I would comply and please them however they needed me….. I was allowed to live and to work on their cocks” he looked sadly at me. “Do you understand, why I had to leave” he asked me and now he realized we were parking in an deserted part of a forest, he actually didn’t know. “What are we doing here?” he wanted to know. “Well it was such a heart-breaking story. I wanted some time out to listen to it and talk to you.” I told him. Julian nodded. “Don’t worry about me…. I will find my way” he smiled at me softly. “But why, did he chose you anyway? I asked Julian. He shrugged with his shoulders and guessed, that his stepdad would have been a homo all along. “Hmmmm…. possible but unlikely” I said. “Maybe you acted like a faggot? Maybe you stared at his bulge when he came home, tired from work and longing for just a hot meal? Maybe you stared at the crotches of his male friends and they thought – a hole is a hole and yours is an easy hole, because you invited them to use your body?” I looked Julian straight into his eyes. The guy was shocked and started almost to cry. “You know, when I saw you at the gas station my first thought was also, that you are a sleazy faggot. A guy who does everything to drain a nut. Who is simply just horny for dicks, to get his ass cunt fucked and to swallow cum as much as possible.” “No wonder your step dad groped you, since it was your fault to begin with. You are a dirty little slut Julian” I concluded. “So…. what are you waiting for” I asked him bluntly. He wanted to know what I mean. “You cum-bucket sit here… telling me like, for weeks you have been seduced your dad’s cock and his friends dicks to fuck you to pieces and now you got me rocking hard and you don’t want to finish your job. I mean…. are you serious?” I growled. “Please…. I don’t want to do a job here…. I just want to step out at the next gas station or town.” he demanded. “I can’t see a gas station here…. and I don’t see a town for miles and miles to come. But you are welcome to step out any time” I looked seriously at Julian. In order to appease me, he touched my junk and tried to squeeze it a little bit, to get some attention to his words. Of course touching me there…. didn’t help him much. “Open my fucking jeans and start blowing and you better start it now…. or you can get off the car, but believe me, before we part…. I will get you a good beating. Maybe your step-dad should have given you more of that. And I promise you, I am good in beating you to a pulp.” I grinned insanely at Julian who got really scared now. He started to cry and begged me again repeating the words ‘Please’ all over again. Slowly he opened my jeans and freed my rocking hard cock. He stroked it slowly up and down. “No teeth and remember to swallow my cum.” I reminded him and he got down swallowing my cock. I enjoyed the feeling of his tongue on my dickhead. After a while he started deep-throating me. He was really not bad at allin sucking. Not a single time he scraped against my dick with his teeth . My eyes were closed while he did his job. I didn’t even warn him, when my eyes started to tingle. His mouth went up and down my dick. He used his hands jacking me off also, while his lips massaged my cock nicely. I could hear him swallow and moan in distress from time to time. I enjoyed it when my first shot hit his throttle. He closed his mouth around my prick head and sucked in earnest to get all my sweet juice out of my balls. Gush after gush my piss-slit fired the cum out of my balls. “Man…. you blow like a professional whore” I sighed. “You are the best faggot cum sucking slut I ever laid my eyes on” I complimented him. “You did a great job fag” I thanked him politely for sucking and stuffed my cock back into my jeans and buttoned up. Julian cried silently and I ruffled his hair. “Sometimes it is the best to accept your fate” I told him softly. “Being a hole for other homo or hetero guys is not so bad at all. You have a task to fulfill and there will be always dicks wanting to unload in you. You should take your strength out of that, knowing you give other blokes a good orgasm” I explained to him. I started the engine and we entered the road again. Julian couldn’t stop his tears, and he felt degraded and abused. And this was just the beginning…..

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 2 – Myles) Myles had never sucked a dick before. He felt so sick. Why did this happen to him. He was always a good guy. Always friendly to other people and now this misfortune happened. He missed his bus to Fresno and while hitch-hiking to his hometown he was now licking a dick at this very moment. “No stains on my jeans. Got that? I don’t want to run around outside with cum on my pants. If I cum, you gotta swallow it all. Do you understand that faggot?” I asked the boy, whose tongue was already exploring my piss slit. “Oh man… yeah… push your tongue into my piss slit, you fucking slut” I moaned. And the boy told me, he wouldn’t know how to suck. HA! I laid my right hand on the back of his head and stroked his hair softly. “You are talented in sucking dick, you know? Now swirl your tongue around my dick head. Make love to it. Imagine it is your girl friend. Do some french-kissing with it; I want to feel your lips around my cock. Let your tongue clean my pisser.” I ordered him. I heard him sobbing softly. “What’s the matter with you down there, aren’t you enjoying your job?” I asked him a bit moody. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head up. His mouth disengaged from my dick with a lout ‘Plop’. I looked down and saw several dark spots on my jeans. “You son of a bitch, is this your spit?” I freaked out. Myles didn’t reply. He had actually taken care, not to drool onto my cock or my jeans. While staring down at my pants I recognized those stains were only his teardrops. He was crying steadily. “Oh – just your tears. That’s okay bitch. Go on sucking me…. you are good, but start swallowing my cuntbasher. I want to feel your throat muscles give me a good massage and don’t drool on me, you cum addicted tart.” I told him and pressed his head down again using more force than before. He would regret it, if my jeans showed signs of his working. Myles swallowed his spit before talking my hard prick back into his mouth. He covered his teeth with his lips, like I had told him. The pressure on his lips was more painful for him, but for me it was quite a great blow job. He pushed his head deeper towards my crotch and started panting. He moaned things like ‘Oooooh’ or ‘Nooooo’. I couldn’t understand it, but I liked the way his throat vibrated with every tone. After a while I didn’t even had to push his head down anymore. I had both my hands at the steering wheel and enjoyed the sensation of this young guys tongue on my horny cock. We drove a while, when I stopped the car again. I pulled Myles from my cock and told him, he was giving good head, but I needed to fuck his face now to actually cum. He looked confused. “Don’t worry and open your door. Kneel next to the car” I commanded him. He started to cry even more. “Please, please don’t kill me. Pleaaaase…. I don’t want to…..” he whined. “Shut up, you idiot” I shouted out being extremely horny. “I told you, I will fuck your face now….. Open your gullet, you fucking whore and start kneeling there you stupid cuntface.” I went to the passenger’s side and used physical force to make him kneel before me. The view was shielded by my body and the open car door. Myles wailed loudly, but there was no one to help him. I slapped his face several times. I hit him so hard, that his head was flying from side to side. “Open your mouth!” I repeated myself loudly. Myles was still not convinced, but he tried to comply by parting his lips a little bit and I took the chance and pushed my hard member deep into his throat with one swift stroke. Of course he had no chance to keep my jeans clean this way. Soon he started coughing and spitting. I knew it and wasn’t actually mad, but I would still punish him, after shooting my dirty load into him. I showed no mercy and held his head by his ears while forcing myself into his mouth. I repeated myself quite often, that he should keep his mouth open. He knew he was supposed to accept my dick deep down in his throat but he had difficulties breathing and at least 4 times he even puked a little bit. I gave him some space to vomit and reminded him afterwards of his duties. After 15 minutes of hard face fucking I was moaning loudly. I didn’t tell him that I would unload soon. I simply drove my cock down to the hilt, buried it deep in his throat and let my balls fire the charged cum directly into his tummy. After my last shot I stepped aside and Myles fell on his arms and struggled heavily. I was satisfied with myself, but also with the lad. The moment he tried to get up I started punishing him for mucking up my pants. I slapped him on his face and on his ears. He tried to defend himself or at least hold his hands in front of his face, but he didn’t stand a chance. After two minutes of a good slapping I stopped the punishment. “Good job boy…. a very good job…..” I handed Myles a bottle of water and told him to drink and to wash his face a little bit. Then he had to get into the car again and we continued driving south – closer to the Mexican border…..

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 1 – Myles) I met Myles near a bus station. He was stumbling around with his walking stick. This kind of stick blind people use, to find their way around. He was a good looking bloke. Young and masculine, but also lost and vulnerable. He asked constantly for some assistance, but no one seemed to care. The people rushed by, without even noticing the young guy, who was actually in need of help. So when I walked up to him, he heard my footsteps and addressed his question into my direction. “Excuse me. Do you have the time to help me please?” he asked in a wonderful boyish voice. “What’s the matter?” I answered him in a friendly tone. “Oh thank you Sir. I think I’m standing here for an hour at least asking for help. I lost my way. I need to get to the bus station. I got a ticket to Fresno and I fear I might be late already.” the guy explained. “When is the bus leaving?” I asked him. “At 8 pm” he answered. We should have a few minutes left. Are we far away?” he asked me. I massaged my dick openly through my jeans and grinned. “Well…. you wandered around a bit. I can try to get you there in time, but I am not so sure if we can make it. You got only 10 Minutes left and we need to make quite a distance.” I lied to him. In fact we were just one street away from the wanted station. “Oh I would be really grateful if you could lead me…..” the blind boy almost begged me. “Sure why not…..let’s see….” I answered and continued stroking my forming bulge in my jeans. “Are you still there…..?” the boy asked me. I stood there and enjoyed the helplessness of this blind guy. “Yeah…. I am just thinking which way would be the fastest” but I was not thinking about it at all. I was rubbing my bulge while feeling the tensed atmosphere. The guy needed to get his bus urgently. “Can you give me a hand?” the boy asked me. “Sure…. let’s go this way……. “ I chose a way, which would lead us to the station, but we would take the longest possible way. And instead of letting him take my arm to guide him, I actually laid my arm across his shoulders to steer him around. Sometimes I even dared to let my hand run down his back giving him some pressure in turning to obviously false directions. But he could not see. He was at the mercy of my hand. And I even dared to push him around with my hand resting on his fine ass. The twink was in such a hurry and a tensed state of mind; he obviously didn’t realize me groping at his ass, or he just didn’t mind. Finally we reached the big bus station and while staying a little bit further away I took a glance at my watch and sighed deeply. “We missed the bus I fear…. it is 8.05 pm” I told him with a disappointed tone. “Oh no….” the boy answered out of breath. “The bus to Fresno is gone?” he seemed to be devastated. I gazed at the station and there I could see, the bus to Fresno was actually still standing there, with open doors. “Yeah…. it is gone. I am so sorry. I tried my best…..” I answered him. “It was not your fault. I was not fast enough, it is always the same” he said sadly. Meanwhile the bus really left the station and passed us by. I took a good grip at the boy’s nape and asked him if I could help him in any other way. He shook his head and explained to me, that he was broke and this ticket should bring him back home to his parents and his girlfriend. “It is quite a distance you know. But I could offer you a ride, if you want to” I suggested to the stranger. “Are you serious? That would be awesome. You have been so helpful already and now this? Thank you so much! This must be my lucky day” the blind cutie smiled joyfully. “You’re welcome” I replied, knowing it would be MY lucky day. I led the happy guy to my car and since it worked so well before, I decided to steer him around with my hand on his butt. He accepted it without a word or a strange look at his face. He told me his name was Myles and he was 19 years old. He talked about his school, his family, his girlfriend. I believe he would have told me his kindergarten stories if I would have let him. I knew he was a tittle-tattler. Everything helped, if it would buy me time. After opening the trunk, I loaded it with Myle’s backpack. Of course I helped him getting on the car. I started the engine and opened my jeans from the second button on downwards. I wanked slowly and watched Myles happy face. “Are we ready?” I asked and laughed. “Ready….” Myles consented. We drove off… totally opposed to the city, we actually wanted to reach. The moment we got into the car, I knew I wouldn’t use drugs on Myles. He didn’t know the way I looked or the type of the car. “Listen Myles, I changed my mind. We should talk about the subject of payment” I started. Silence. “I mean, come on. This is my gas and my time, you have to admit” I laughed. “I know, but I told you I got no more money” he sniffled. “You could pay me, by sucking my dick” I offered him bluntly. “What? What the fuck are you talking about. I am not gay!” he shouted out. In this moment I grabbed Myles’ head and smashed it against the dashboard. After that, I slowed down the car and stopped it promptly. Of course I had checked before, that we were alone on this street. There was no other car in sight. “Listen bitch. I didn’t say you were gay. I simply said suck my dick faggot. And if you are not closing your lips around my dickhead in one minute, you will experience a new kind of pain. I swear to god” I threatened the boy. Myles was not bleeding. His head hit the dashboard at the right side. But I could see, that he was sort of dazed. “Now, what do you say bitch. A nice blow job, while I drive you home?” I asked in a more friendly way. Myles nodded but expressed, that he never had another dick in his mouth. “Just no teeth. Use your lipes to cover your teeth and then just take my cock inside your mouth and inside your throat” I advised him. “Come on boy” I said getting a tight grip on Myles’ nape and pulled him down to my rocking hard cock. With that I continued to drive and while we sped up, I could feel Myles soft tongue licking over my dickhead. I knew it would be my lucky day…..

I got lucky and this guy on grindr came over and busted in me outside in my side yard.

On an airline to Europe from Miami, pilot came by my 1st class seat couple times checked me out, he went in lavatory, I followed, confined space but christ he could fuck! 2 loads in under 10 mins. then went at it again an hour later. Had a wedding ring and commented how his wife would never be able to take all 10 inches without a lot of prep work;) In the gym at 5 am (24 hour fitness) against a weight rack in the corner At work, highrise in Seattle, fed ex man needed release to he slammed be full of cock inches from coworkers In office building elevator (I'm sure we were recorded somewhere) Car dealership on test drive

Just the original first part of the story..... it will continue though.... The Hitch-Hiker (Part 1 – Daniel) It was in late fall. I was driving down the interstate without a route in my mind. Without any directions. I was looking for the right guy. He shouldn’t be too tall. I liked my toys around 170 cm. Not taller. He should be skinny. I want to be able to move his body around when we are in action. He should be young. A twink with no body hair at all. 18 years would be great, but not older than 21. It was around 6 pm and it was getting dark already and so I chose to close the books for today and head my way home, when I saw this blonde angel sitting on his huge backpack at the side of the road and holding a written sign up ‘Portland’. I slowed my car down and slid the window down on the passenger’s seat. “Hey there” the guy said politely. “Going north…. ?” he asked with a tired look. “Well, I can give you a ride for a while, though I won’t drive to Portland” I explained. “That’s rocking…. any distance will help me.” He answered, staying still at the passenger’s side. I got out of my car and told him he could hop in. I opened the trunk to stow his backpack in it. I watched him running to his property and felt my cock growing while he was bending down and trying to lift it from the ground. His tight blue jeans showed slipped down a bit and showed part of his ass. I wanted to rip his clothes off right then and there, but instead I helped him lift the stuff into my trunk . After we both got into the car and fastened our seatbelts I started the engine and we drove off. “What’s your name?” I asked him. “Daniel – and yours? “My friends call me Scorpion” I grinned. He laughed and told me that liked that. “Nice to meet you Scorpion and thanks for giving me a ride” he smiled openly at me and flashed his perfect set of teeth. “How long did you wait there, next to the street” I wanted to know. “Man, I had trouble with my girlfriend. We had a huge fight and then she kicked me out of the car, the stupid bitch….” he complained. “Yeah… I know what you mean. I am slightly older than you, but women can be bitches in all decades.” “I am thankful that you took me in, at least I am getting closer to my home now” he mentioned again. “Living still at home with your parents?” I asked. Daniel nodded. We kept on talking for a while. Daniel told me he was 18 years now. He just celebrated his birthday with the slut of his girlfriend and now he was heading home from this bad vacation. “Would you hand me the water bottle from the back seat?” I asked him suddenly. “Sure” he replied and unfastened his seatbelt trying to fetch my bottle from the seat behind. That way I could almost smell his ass cunt. Again his jeans lowered so much, that his cheeks were truly visible. He reappeared from this hot position and handed me the water. “You’re thirsty too?” I asked. He nodded but told me, that his bottle was in the backpack and that one was in the trunk. I suggested he took the other bottle from the back seat. I knew there was one left, since it was a bottle that was spiked with GHB. Again Daniel made his way to show me the moon and my cock was already bulging out dangerously. He opened the water bottle and didn’t seem to mind, that he didn’t hear the obvious ‘click’ from a sealed bottle. He swallowed a few sips and we continued talking casually. I started to drink from my water bottle again and animated Daniel to drink some more water too. After a while I realized, that Daniel was getting sleepy I slowed down the car speed. He had drunk half of the bottle probably. I wanted him to be conscious, but helpless. I hoped he didn’t drink too much. The open bottle in his hand dropped to his crotch and spilled on his jeans. I stopped the car. There was no other car in sight now. I grabbed the bottle out of the boys crotch and asked him if he was okay. He wasn’t barely even able to open his eyes, but he saw the mess he produced. “Oh no…. I am sorry mate….. I am just so tired. I don’t know what…..” he mumbled. “No big deal” I replied and added, that it was only water. Still I told him I needed to dry the mess, since the water was already reaching his seat. He nodded solemnly, but didn’t reply and so I took a cloth and started pressing and rubbing against Daniel’s crotch. While holding the cloth I was feeling the guys dick up very good. He moaned and tried to focus on me, but was not able to show great resistance. “Spread your legs, so I can reach the seat” I told him. He did, but I didn’t care about the seat I was just touching the boys crotch right now. The cloth went to the back seat and I massaged Daniel’s dick unashamedly through his jeans and started opening his buttons. He moaned softly, but didn’t open his eyes anymore. “Got you” I said and started the engine. I wanted to each the next possible abandoned place and since I knew the area very well, I already had a good spot in mind. I’ve looked at my new toy and thought…. ‘The Scorpion is about to sting again...’

for whatever reason black guys enjoy my fat ass and especially like rimming it, thats why i prefer black guys typically

That's funny about the suggested second chapter. I went a completely different direction in my mind. I figured that Nick was setting Martin up for Diego because Nick was one of the guys Diego had already fucked. Nick was setting up Martin as a favor to Diego, who promised to breed him again to thank him for delivering his ex to him. In fact, maybe Nick isn't poz at all, just posing as poz because Nick knew that Martin would go for the (pardon the expression) forbidden fruit.

My first BB was when I was 17 with another lad from school.... We were just messing about and he asked if he could fuck me. I said yes. I'd never taken cock before so wanted to find out. No lube , just spit. ouch! Never looked back though :-)

After a month of clean living, I treated myself to a birthday gift of a few days at the bathhouse to continue my Slut training. I also have a new addiction which has really helped me to increase my training. After showering and cleaning and preparing for fun, I administer a really generous booty bump using a lube injector, quickly followed by a well lubed dildo or plug. After a few minutes, I grab my stuff and head over to the sling in the dark area. My new addiction is being in the sling while blindfolded wearing my leather harness and jock. The blindfold has recently changed everything. Guys used to just browse and walk away, maybe they were shy. As soon as I included an eye shade, (thanks to the booty bump), wow,it is now non stop pounding and load taking on a scale I never thought possible. The other night when I was on a break from the sling, I barely had the energy to move or do anything. While having a shower, I burst out laughing because of a thought that popped into my head. I realised that it is possible to be "fucked to death" and if that happened, they would call it, Death by Pounding.

anyone of you guys near the northeast? I love getting sucked and swallowed... the longer, the better. I had a buddy who almost sucked me close to 2 hrs. straight, with very short breaks.. I wish that scenario will come back again....

When I was newly single and started going to bathhouses, I always stuck to my type. Half of the time I would leave without any action. Later I realized that if I wanted a boyfriend, I should look elsewhere, and if I wanted sex, I should take what I could get. The best advice I ever gave myself.

once you let yourself go and that first cock explodes in your hole... there is no turning back

Deep is important and gravity, any position that keeps your ass up works

Missionary style with your legs wrapped around his waist or across his shoulders works best for me -- and make sure he stays burried deep when breeding instead of thrusting back and forth :-) Keep your ass up when he's pulling out, too so gravity doesn't work against you. I have a couple of 10" pals who shoot like this and are deep enough that I never lose a drop!

I like the look of hair on a hole all matted down with spit and cum and how it clings to the skin. When the guy goes home and feels how stiff the hair on his cunt is, he know's he's been well fucked. And some spit on the stiff hair rehydrates the sperm for him to play with and enjoy again.

Sorry for the delay in posting this part, I posted it in the wrong section by mistake. ************************************************************************************ Johnson held the boy's legs back by gripping him behind his knees. The boy was making 'ooohh' and 'aahhhh' noises as Johnson screwed him like a pro. I leaned-in, and, grinning at the boy, gave him a nice wet sloppy kiss, simultaneously twisting one of his little nipples between my fingers. The boy returned my kiss eagerly and then gazed up at me adoringly as I slipped my cock into his eager little mouth. Anton grunted "Looks like the whore's in love." "Maybe, but in love with cock, more like it" I replied. "Fucking right" growled Johnson, his dick pummelling the boy's arse, "his pussy's massaging my dick really good" and then grabbing the boy's rock hard dick in his hand, Johnson ordered him "Cum for me, little boy, cum while I'm fucking you and Daddy will spunk in your pussy." The boy groaned and reached for his nips twisting them himself and groaning his eyes glazed but full of desire as he vocalised the pleasure his pussy was giving him. Johnson reared up spreading the boy's legs even wider and, remaining on his haunches, held the boy by his slim waist, using his strength to pull the boy hard down on his cock as he slammed his hips hard, screwing the boy with amazing strength and vigor for a man his age. The boy's body was being shaken like a rag doll and he was covered with sweat, but he carried on working his nips as Johnson fucked his hole and held onto his little white boy cock, the boy threw his head back and let out a high pitched 'eennnnnn!!' as his cock spurted his white teen boy cum over his abs "atta boy" Johnson grunted and fucked in harder literally roaring as his own cock fired his sperm deep inside the boy splattering his innards with another load of black daddy cum. Johnson lowered himself onto the boy kissing him as he ground his cock into the boys pussy as if to make sure his cum got in as deep as he could. When Johnson pulled out the boy just laid there on his back with his legs still spread his muscled chest heaving gently as he breathed, Johnson rubbed his jizz covered dick over the boys lips and face "looks like the boys partied out". The guys left and I went back into the bedroom, I put the boys pizza delivery baseball cap on his head sitting him up so he was leaning against the headboard, I got a piece of card and wrote on it 'for pizza call me' and the number of the pizza place he worked at, I then pushed his legs back and tied them in place so that his swollen boi pussy was on full show oozing spunk along with his little dick that I worked hard, a little slap brought him round enough to hold the card and smile for me as slid my cock into his cunt and took the picture that would definitely be getting his pizza boss a lot of business! I cleaned the tina boy up a bit and then let him sleep for a few hours before rousing him telling him it was probably time to go, he looked a bit disoriented at first and I went to pick up his clothes, when I came back into the bedroom he was on the bed with his legs pulled back staring at his swollen hole in the mirrored wardrobe doors, he looked at me "oh god what did you do to me?", I sat down on the bed next to him and putting my hand between his legs my finger lightly touching his ring smiled "just what you asked us to do son, fucked and spunked inside your bum", he glowed red and his eyes widened "us??!!", I pushed my finger into his wet sloppy pussy "yes 'us' boy, me and two buds of mine, you begged us to fuck and put our poz cum in you", he threw his head back shaking it but offered no resistance as I started to gently finger fuck his hole, "and you loved it son, you loved our big black daddy cocks in you little boi pussy corrupting it" he stifled a sob but he also groaned his nipples hardening on his chest, I lent down and started to chew lightly on one of them as I smiled watching his white boy cock stiffening between his legs, "that's right baby boy right now Daddys black poz babies are getting your slutty boi pussy pregnant". I could hear him sobbing quietly but again he did not move and his cock stayed hard between his legs, I continued chewing on his nipple mumouring what a good boy he was until I heard a little voice whisper "again to make sure please Daddy?", I looked at my grinning face and rock hard dick in the mirror "definitely son, that's a good fucking boy" The End

"fucking nice tight cunt" my mate Anton grinned as he plowed his fat cock in and out of the boys bum "where did you find him?", I smirked as the boy gagged a little on my dick "he's the fucking pizza delivery boy", Anton laughed grabbing the boys hips and gave him a few nice hard pumps, the boy slobbered and sucked I got a nice lump of tina handing it to Anton who pulled his dick out the boys arse and roughly pushed the bump deep into the ginger boys pussy "boy you is so going to get so fucked tonight" Anton growled. I pulled my cock out of the boys mouth and slapped him round the face with it, " on the bed boy" he scrambled off of his knees and onto the bed, "on your knees and spread your legs white boy" I rubbed my fat cock up and down his arse crack, his tweaked boi pussy lips were puckering as if to give my cock head a kiss as I lined my dick up and pushed "oh daddy" he groaned as my large mushroom head popped through his swollen arse lips and his cunt literally sucked my dick deep into him "oh yeah good boy" I whispered as I gently started to fuck him stretching and tugging his boihole out as my dick pushed in and out of his arse, Anton was by now on the bed grabbing the boy by his ginger hair and shoving his cock into the boys mouth. I enjoyed slow long dicking his arse as I listened to him groaning and slobbering on Anton's dick, gradually I started to fuck a bit harder, thrusting my cock deep into him as I held onto his bubble hard hard, "fuck man what a boy!" I turned my head to see another mate Johnson casually standing in the doorway, I ground my cock deep into the boys arse and winked at Johnson "pipes on the side", Johnson grinned "fuck yeah" as he started to strip, Anton was thrusting his dick in and out of the boys mouth as Johnson blew some clouds and stepped up beside me watching my cock fuck in and out of the ginger boys pussy, "Jesus man that's hot" as he pulled on his own big cock watching as my cock spasmed and jerked casually dumping the second load of the night deep into the boys arse. i stayed in the boy, fucking him enjoying the feeling of my load sloshing round my cock in his hole as Anton groaned and spunked in the boys mouth "that's it boy fucking swallow that load", i pulled my cock out of the boys hole and smirked at the dribble of my spunk that followed it, Johnson caught the cum that had dribbled out and rubbed it round the boys hole "fuck look at the boys hole leak daddy cum" i grinned "two loads of poz babymakers in his pussy", Johnson slipped two fingers into the boy making the boy groan "you want more dick and poz cum boy?" as he twisted his fingers in the boys hole making him squirm and cry out "yes Daddy fuck me oh please fuck me" Johnson laughed "happy to oblige you fucking whore" flipping the boy over onto his back and spreading his legs, the boys eyes were glazed over and full of lust as he watched the big black bulking form climb between his pale white spread legs, Johnson stroked his cock as Anton grabbed one of the boys legs and I the other lifting them and placing them over Johnsons wide shoulders, the boys eyes widened when he saw Johnson's massive black meat aiming for his boi pussy, Johnson spat on the boys face and slid into the sluts hole with one shove, the boy screamed 'oh fuck god!!" as Johnsons big dick filled him up "you'll never forget this night boy" he grunted as he started to dick the boy good and hard.

Multiple older bottoms "forcing" me to fuck them raw. I kinda like dressing up too, bicep bands, leather gloves, little tie, just being a young stud for a bunch of old sluts.

Yeah man, see we need more Snookers out there. My fave session has been with a visitor from Chicago, who texted me, said I was hot, wanted my cum, and sent me his phone #. I texted him, told him I'd be down in an hour. Texted him again when I was outside his hotel, he gave me room #, I went in fucked his hole, put him on his knees, fucked his mouth, came in his ass smacked him on the ass and left. Perfect. What else would a bottom want? I mean lets get real, if I'm a top and tops are in short supply, shouldn't bottoms be happy to get some straight guy seed anyway they can get it?